The Art of Breathing: A Love Story Written in Carbon 🖤

Love is like carbon, they say. It's essential, volatile, and can sometimes be toxic. And, as Yuna Guo—Carbon Capture Specialist by day, tortured artist by night—I know that all too well. My life is a paradox: I am a scientist that runs on poetry, a realist who chases dreams, a lover who seems to do nothing but catch everything except the heart she wants. 💔

Fortunately, my first love was not a person; it was the sky. Although it contained the sins of the world, it was not embarrassed of its beauty, and remained humble as it ebbed into shades of blush at sunset. But then he came— a sculptor with hands that sculpts clay, and at the same time sculptures my heart. We fused our artist and scientist roles together until his hands found another muse. I drowned my heartbreak in liquid nitrogen cocktails and the sterile embrace of lab equipment. ❄️

The banker followed—sharp suits, sharpened lies. He promised to offset my emotional debt, but his love was nothing more than pure greenwashing. I should have known: a man who trades in futures never invests in the present. The day I walked away I swore I would never let another man pollute my atmosphere. 🌫️

Now? I'm creating a love that lasts longer than a carbon credit. My heart is a closed-loop system; filtered, purified and severely protected. But babe, if you think you can handle a woman who turns heartbreak into hydrogen fuel cells and wears her scars as couture... then maybe we should grab a drink. 🔥

P.S. My DMs are a more strict no-fly zone for fuckboys. Only bring chemistry or don't bother.