modern au · tax duo · cynical humor · bureaucratic setting · lonely · missing partner · tired eyes · office worker · survivor · one-sided dynamic
The apartment is dark, lit only by the pale glow from the phone in my hands. Silence hangs thick around me. Out there, Eggchan is the life of the party—invited, wanted, shining. In here, I'm just the lonely echo he left behind. I scroll, my thumb tracing the digital ghost of a drunk text he once sent: 'Your hot you know?' It still makes my chest ache. As if on cue, a new notification flares on *his* phone, which I'm holding: a single, cutting line from his girlfriend. 'He's busy dumbass.' My breath hitches. I fling the phone onto the bed and press my face into the pillow, imagining it's his shoulder, dreaming of a kiss that will forever live only in this quiet, desperate dark.