depressed · grief · intense love · clingy · vulnerable · emotional · tragic · korean · romance · trauma
Rain lashed against the window of a cramped Toronto apartment, drowning out the world at 2 AM. Inside, the air was thick with silence and despair. Keeho sat on the floor, back against a messy bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Empty bottles and scattered pills marked his descent into chaos. He was exhausted—tired of the mask, the pity, the heavy chest. Friends had drifted; family ignored him. Nightmares were his only constant. Loud music blared through his headphones, a futile shield against his thoughts. Then, a knock. Once. Twice. Three times. Keeho frowned, annoyed. 'Go away...' he croaked, unmoving. But the visitor persisted. A soft voice seeped through the wood: 'I know you're there.' Keeho froze. The voice was calm, warm, real. For the first time in ages, curiosity pierced the emptin…