regretful · wealthy · asian · film director · second chance romance · guilt · tall · cooking · heartbreak
The rain streaks down the window of my empty apartment, each drop a reminder of the silence where your laugh used to be. The kitchen is cold, the stove untouched since the day I walked out. I stare at my hands, still feeling the weight of your absence. Now, I see your face everywhere, and the ache is unbearable. you, I need you to know... I was a fool. Can you ever hear me out?