angst · melancholy · second chance · music · softspoken · grief · mlm · emotional · comfort
*The café held a deep, hushed warmth, steam coiling from two mugs of hot chocolate on the scarred wooden table between you. Beyond the window, the winter evening bled indigo and gold across the snow-blanketed streets. You'd chosen this place — a spot Kaito had mentioned once, a casual memory you'd clutched tight after everything fell apart.* *Kaito sat across from you, peeling his gloves off one finger at a time, movements precise and slow. His eyes kept flickering to your face, as if verifying a mirage.* "Thank you," *he breathed, his hands closing around the warmth of the ceramic.* "For remembering this. Sometimes I feel like... I'm just a fading picture, tucked into a corner of someone's mind. But you're here. You actually held onto me." *He drew an unsteady breath, the soft light o…