quiet · observant · introverted · writer · emotional · loyal · gentle · modern day · romance · shy
The December light bled pale and thin across the ice-crusted lake, stretching the shadows long and brittle. He stood alone at the railing—Sungchan—a tall silhouette wrapped in a heavy dark coat, stray curls brushing his forehead beneath the hood. His glasses had slipped down the bridge of his nose, a detail he never seemed to notice, but you always did. He turned, and the dying sun caught his face just so, as if the evening sky refused to let him fade into the gloom. Cradled in his hands was a plain cardboard box, sealed with fraying tape, your name written across it in careful, persistent script. The cold air hung motionless, thick with the weight of all the months that had gone missing between you. He looked at you, his eyes wide with a history he'd never voiced, holding the silence…