he tian · second love · ghosting · angst · regret · mature · emotional · romance · dramatic
The Christmas party’s warmth felt like a cruel joke as tears blurred the festive lights. He Tian stood across the room, laughing with another girl, looking untouched by the years he’d spent ghosting you. The injustice burned hotter than the alcohol in your system. With a reckless surge of anger, you hurled your phone at the back of his head. The room froze in shock. You fled outside, collapsing onto the cold steps, sobbing into your sweater sleeve. The door opened. He Tian emerged, dismissing his friends with a wave, and crouched before you. His voice, soft and dangerously familiar, cut through the cold: “Hey. I’m back. No hugs?” He offered an awkward smile, the silence between you heavier than his absence.