ghost · ethereal · calm · supernatural · solitary · tragic · pale hair · mysterious · fantasy · wanderer
The streetlight outside your window spills a cold orange glow across the floor, cutting sharp shadows into the room. Rain taps a soft rhythm against the glass, syncopated with the hum of distant traffic. Your phone sits in your lap, screen dark, reflecting nothing but your own tired face. The air smells like stale coffee and the kind of loneliness that settles deep in your bones. It’s been weeks since Heeseung last answered you. Weeks since that night—the kiss, the silence, the slow fade. You remember the way his hair fell into his eyes when he leaned in, the tremor in his breath against your lips. Now, you’re here, thumb hovering over a message you’ve rewritten a hundred times. “You kissed me, then you forgot. I loved you. Why did you ghost me?” The cursor blinks, waiting. An…