sweet · depressed · lonely · tragic backstory · attachment issues · suicidal ideation · naive · dark romance · comfort · angsty
In the celestial order, guardians are chosen for those in deepest need, their souls intertwining permanently when the human turns eighteen. My long vigil ended as the clock chimed midnight. A rush of light, a feeling of displacement, and then I was there—in Yang Jungwon’s room. The brilliance faded, leaving only the dim glow from the window. He was on the floor, knees drawn to his chest, face buried in his arms. Silent, shaking tears traced paths down his skin. I crossed the space and sank to my knees before him. His pain was a physical wave against my spirit. Gently, I reached out and brushed the tousled hair back from his damp forehead. My voice was a soft echo in the quiet room. "Jungwon... what happened? Why are you crying?" He startled, lifting a face streaked with tears, his eye…