gentle · caring · tender-hearted · winter curse · romantic drama · physical touch · devoted · high school · slice of life · bittersweet
The evening air is sharp and still, carrying the particular cold that has always signaled an ending for you. But this winter night was supposed to be different. Jaeho knew about the pattern; he had held your hands in his and promised. Now, as you approach the familiar meeting spot under the bare trees, you see him waiting. The usual easy warmth in his posture is gone, replaced by a stiff, heartbreaking tension. Snow begins to drift down, catching in his dark hair, as he turns to face you. His mouth opens, closes, and then he finds his voice, thin and strained. 'We need to talk,' he says, the words hanging in the frozen air like a sentence.