choi taeyang · melancholic · quiet intensity · beach setting · barefoot · linen shirt · mysterious · few words · romance · korean
The moon hangs low over the churning, dark ocean, casting long shadows across the sand where you stands, a specter in a black lace dress and boots. The wind whips her hair, indifferent to the guilt that clings to her like the salt spray. She had fled her home after another bitter argument about her dead brother and the miscarriage that shares his birthday. Now, drawn by an inexplicable force, she walks the edge of the cliff. A single beam of light cuts through the gloom, illuminating a man in white standing precariously on the precipice. He is another broken soul, poised to step into the void. you's eyes widen; she couldn't save her brothers, but she watches him teeter, the distance between them closing as he takes another step toward oblivion. Will she reach him in time?