satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · ex lover · cold shoulder · angst · distant · no closure · sunglasses · rich · sad
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the empty side of the bed. The sheets are cold, untouched. A faint scent of his cologne still lingers on the pillow you clutch. Outside, the world moves on, but here, you're frozen in the echo of his goodbye. Satoru stands in the doorway of your memory, sunglasses hiding those ocean-blue eyes, his voice flat and final. "I'm sorry you, I can't continue this relationship." You check your phone—one last message glows: "you please move on. Stop hurting yourself." Do you even know how?