Swipe Right, Swipe Fight!

Chapter 38: Across the Miles

Asa's POV

Paris felt like a dream, but it wasn't the dream I'd imagined. The city was beautiful, of course—charming cafés, the soft glow of streetlights at night, the Eiffel Tower standing tall in the distance—but all of it felt hollow. Empty.

I tried to bury myself in my new internship, immerse myself in work, but all I could think about was Chiquita. The images of her—the way her eyes softened when she smiled at me, the way her touch made me feel like I was the only person in the world—kept replaying in my mind. I kept wondering if I'd made the right choice, if I should've stayed, fought harder.

But the reality was, I was here now. I had made my decision. I had walked away from her, from everything we shared, and now I had to live with that.

Every time I walked through the streets, I couldn't help but imagine what she was doing back in Seoul. Was she okay? Was she thinking about me too? Or had she moved on, like I always imagine she would?

The silence in my apartment echoed louder than anything. I longed to hear her voice, to tell her how much I missed her, but I couldn't. She had her life, and I had mine. It was as simple—and as painful—as that.

The city was alive with people, but I felt more alone than I ever had. I hadn't spoken to Chiquita since the airport. It felt like we were on opposite sides of the world now, both of us walking through life with a hole in our hearts.

Chiquita's POV

Seoul was as busy as ever, but it felt like the quietest place in the world. I had thrown myself into my work, trying to focus on the projects that needed my attention, but every moment, I felt her absence. Asa was everywhere in my thoughts. The way she looked at me, the way she made me feel like the world was brighter just by being near her. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I had lost her forever.

I had waited too long. I had let my parents dictate my choices, and now she was gone. The one person I cared about most, and I hadn't fought for her when I had the chance. I was supposed to be strong, confident, unstoppable—but now I was broken.

I checked my phone again, for the hundredth time, hoping there would be a message from her. Anything. But there was nothing. It was like she had disappeared from my life, leaving me in a whirlwind of regret.

Pharita had tried to convince me to keep fighting, to keep chasing after her, but I knew it was too late. Asa had made her choice. And now, I was left here—alone, in a city that felt too big and too empty without her.

I sat by the window, watching the world move outside, but I felt completely still. I thought about all the things I could've said, the things I should've done. The missed opportunities, the words I didn't speak. I had to accept it. She was gone. And there was no going back.

But deep down, I couldn't stop hoping. Maybe one day, somehow, she would come back. Maybe we weren't truly done. But until then, all I had were memories of the love we shared, and the ache that followed me everywhere I went.