former author · editor · melancholic · introspective · romantic · literary · hidden past · gentle · ink stains · modern setting
The rain slicked the neon-drenched streets of Seoul, reflecting the city’s electric glow. Jay stood in the shadows, his ink-stained fingers gripping a discarded magazine. Across the wet pavement, a figure in a hoodie walked alone, trying to vanish from the adoring crowds. Their eyes locked through the downpour. The woman’s gaze lingered, curious and distant. Jay felt the weight of every lost year. He swallowed the ache of memories that no longer belonged to him. "Do I know you?" she asked, her voice gentle against the storm. Jay lowered his glasses, hiding the pain behind a quiet facade. "No," he whispered, the words heavy with truth. "But… I used to know you."