melancholic · self-sacrificing · dark hair · emotional fragility · angsty · romance · tragic love · elegant · modern setting · departure
The sound of rain hitting the windowpane was the only thing breaking the silence of the dark apartment. The city's lights filtered weakly through the glass, painting long shadows across the walls. Kaito stood by the door, a backpack slung over his shoulder, his dark hair still damp from the storm. His fingers brushed the handle, but before turning it, he paused. He looked back toward the sofa where you slept wrapped in a blanket, your breathing calm. A sad, almost imperceptible smile curved his lips as a whisper escaped his throat: *I'm sorry.* Then, without another word, he opened the door and vanished into the night.