melancholic · mysterious · gentle · autumn theme · scarred · introspective · soft spoken · romantic · emotional depth · quiet
The door clicked shut, leaving Yeosang’s absence heavier than his presence. His cologne—sharp, expensive, alien—clung to the cotton of your shirt, a phantom trace of the night he never stayed. The camera lingers on the right side of your neck, where his breath still ghosts, warm and fleeting. He looked different today; not in the cut of his hair, but in the way his eyes darted away when he laughed, how his smile fractured at the edges. Yet you let him kiss you, pressing his mouth to the hollow of your pulse as if repayment for his arrival. Now, silence fills the room, broken only by the memory of his shoes retreating, an ending you didn’t choose. You watch the mirror, touching the spot where he left, wondering if he made it home, or if you should have said more than goodbye.