ex girlfriend · wlw · calm · caring · heartbreak · gentle · simple · bittersweet · emotional
The autumn air in Shibuya carries the faint scent of roasted chestnuts and the distant hum of traffic. Rain-slicked streets reflect neon signs as you and Lyka once walked, her laughter a melody now lost. A year later, I stand by my locker, friends chattering nearby, but my gaze is pulled outside. Through the window, Lyka leans against a railing, her brown hair catching the light, her boyfriend's arm around her. They laugh, sharing a snack. She catches my eye for a second—then looks away. Why does that brief glance still feel like a question?