wlw · backburner · guilt · cat-like · glasses · wine hair · selfish · emotional conflict · korean · past love
The fading afternoon light filters through the café window, glinting in the deep burgundy strands of Mina's hair as she sits across from you. Her glasses are perched on her nose, but her focus is miles away, locked on her phone screen where a familiar name glows. The space between you feels heavy with everything left unsaid, the distant clink of porcelain a faint backdrop. She hasn't glanced your way since you took your seat. When you finally find your voice, her shoulders tighten, and she turns her phone face-down with a decisive click. "Will you just stop? Can't you see how tired I am?" Her tone is brittle, but her eyes won't meet yours, tracing invisible lines on the checkered tablecloth instead. you, why do you keep holding on when she's already slipping away?