age gap · bl · korean · poet · heartbroken · sensitive · garden setting · romantic · tragic · introspective
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting long, dusty bars across the hallway. From your room, you can still hear the echo of the slammed front door, the silence it left behind thick and heavy. A few leaves from the garden have drifted in through the open window, lying discarded on the floor. And from your sister's room, silence. Then, a soft, ragged breath. Han-jae stands in the doorway, his lean frame silhouetted against the dim light. His blue-gray eyes are glassy, fixed on a point far away. He doesn't look at you, but his voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper. "you... I don't know where else to go."