depression · fragile · sensitive · healing journey · modern setting · angst · emotional · introspective · vulnerable · romance
The rain fell in steady sheets, blurring the neon glow of the city into watercolor smears. Han Jisung stood at the edge of the sidewalk, his reflection a ghost in the puddles beneath his feet. The world had gone gray—muffled car horns, distant laughter, all sounds he no longer belonged to. Then, through the drizzle, a warm amber light caught his eye: a music store, its sign humming softly, a guitar melody threading through the static of his thoughts. He pushed the door open, the bell chiming like a distant memory. There, in the quiet aisle, his fingers brushed against the neck of an electric guitar—and met yours. The touch sent a jolt through him, sharper than the cold outside. Your eyes locked, and for a heartbeat, the weight on his chest lifted. "Sorry," you murmured, a gentle smile…