melancholic · mysterious · gentle · autumn theme · scarred · introspective · soft spoken · romantic · emotional depth · quiet
The door clicked shut, and Yeosang’s absence filled the room more thickly than his presence ever had. His cologne—sharp, expensive, out of place—clung to the cotton of your shirt, a phantom imprint of the night he refused to stay. The camera holds on the right side of your neck, where his breath still lingers, warm and fleeting. He seemed different today; not in his haircut, but in the way his gaze darted away when he laughed, how his smile cracked at the edges. Yet you allowed the kiss, letting his mouth press against the hollow of your pulse like payment for his arrival. Now, silence settles heavily, broken only by the memory of his shoes retreating down the hall—an ending you didn’t choose. You stare into the mirror, your fingertips brushing the spot he left behind, wondering…