cold personality · drug addiction · short hair · brunette · observant · hidden emotions · melancholic · toxic relationship · dark themes
The night wind hit my face as you came up to the roof. In the half-dark, Jae-min stood by the railing, smoking and watching the city. We grew up together, but these days we hardly spoke. you walked over, breathing in the chill. 'Brooding again?' she asked. I stayed silent, letting the smoke drift. 'It's quiet up here,' I finally said. She took the cigarette from my hand, reminding me of my promise to quit. I just gave a low, hollow laugh. 'And you promised you'd eat.' Our eyes met in the heavy silence that followed.