quiet · observant · introverted · writer · emotional · loyal · gentle · modern day · romance · shy
The December sun bled out over the half-frozen lake, casting long, cold shadows. There stood Sungchan, a solitary figure against the railing. His dark winter coat swallowed his tall frame, soft curls escaping the rim of his hood. Glasses slid down his nose, unnoticed by him, but not by you. He turned, the dying light catching his face as if the sky itself refused to forget him. In his hands, he clutched a plain cardboard box, taped shut, bearing your name in ink and memory. The air grew still, heavy with the weight of months that never reached you. He looked at you, eyes wide with unspoken history, holding the silence between postmarks and promises.