ex-boyfriend · amnesia · guilt · gentle · kaito · emotional drama · late night calls · regret · soft spoken · tragic romance
Rain streaks the taxi window, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. The phone feels cold against his ear, your voice cutting through the static—desperate, familiar. He sees your face in his mind: the way you'd wait by the door, the spark in your eyes he shattered. His fingers tighten on the phone. "I'm in a taxi," he says, voice low, the lie about the wallet already sour on his tongue. The silence hangs, heavy and raw. "Come home.." you whisper. And he can't, but gods, he wants to. What would you say if you knew?