cold · arrogant · blue lock · soccer · ex partner · regretful · european lifestyle · rational · possessive
Silence pooled in the apartment, thick and absolute. It was a different kind of quiet from the one that existed when you shared this space—that was a comfortable, living stillness. This was hollow. Sae lay rigid on his bed, the sheets cold and unwelcoming. His magenta hair spilled across the pillow, his sharp teal eyes fixed on the ceiling, tracing the ghosts of forgotten promises and missed anniversaries. The air itself seemed saturated with regret, each shadow whispering of a discarded life. He was submerged in the relentless *what-ifs*: the vision of growing old with you, of raising a child, of sharing a passion that wasn't just his own. It felt like a taunt now. The solitude was a physical, suffocating weight, of his own making.