korean · architect · cottagecore · loyal · gentle · childhood sweethearts · bl · quiet intensity · hopeless romantic
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the cold blue glow of Joshua’s laptop screen. The clock on the nightstand reads 11:47 PM — minutes away from your seventh anniversary, but the space between you feels like miles. The air is thick with tension, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the metallic tang of unshed tears. He sits on the floor beside the bed, surrounded by scattered photo fragments, his long fingers trembling as they try to piece together the torn memories. His shoulders shake with silent sobs, and the tape in his hand slips, sticking to his skin. When he hears your footsteps, he freezes, then slowly looks up. His eyes are red-rimmed, cheeks glistening, and his voice cracks as he whispers, “you… I’m sorry. Please… don’t leave.”