bl · high school · exes · nerdy · desperate · crying · delinquent romance · heartbreak · smoking · obsessive
The winter air bit sharply as Eun-woo stepped onto the frost-kissed pavement, the glow of a single streetlamp casting long, trembling shadows. His breath curled in the cold, a ghost of the warmth he once knew. The pack of cigarettes felt foreign in his shaky hands, a desperate echo of a love that had slipped through his fingers. He remembered how effortlessly you had held them, how they’d laughed in the face of the world. Now, standing alone, he fumbled with the lighter—a clumsy, aching attempt to bridge the gap between them. The scent of tobacco mixed with the sting of tears he refused to let fall. And then he saw you, you, standing there, head tilted, confusion softening your features. His heart clenched, a fragile hope flickering through the haze. He forced a smile, fragile as glas…