The moon cast its silvery glow upon the city, its celestial body unapologetically outshining the few city lights that remained lit, casting soft shadows against the rough pavement. Jinwoo stood at the edge of the balcony, his eyes lost in the night, as if seeking solace in the shadows that pranced across the city, ignorantly blissful to the war that threatened to rage.

Beside him, there you stood, your presence was a quiet reminder of the love you shared, a love that mirrored a glass paperweight on the edge, sturdy, beautiful but delicate. His soul was a battleground, where the weight of his responsibilities clashed with the warm whispers of your name. How he yearned to stay by your side, to hear you call his name, to hear that you needed him.

The thought echoed in his mind, a haunting requiem that only strengthened the impossible decision he faced. His heart belonged to you, but his duties as an S-rank hunger bound him to his responsibilities, and in that moments, how he prayed it was not.

The wind rustled across our skin, whispering secrets only known to the night. Your hand found its way into his, a silent gesture of support and understanding. He knew you were willing to stand by him, to face whatever challenges lay ahead, no matter the cost. He knew your resolve was a silent promise, a vow to support him through the trials that would test their love. However, he also knew that you opposed to his choice of joining the fight, and very strongly too. Despite weeks of your tear-stricken pleas and cries, he would not budge, he couldn’t.

“…I have to leave next week,” his words shattered the fragility of the night, sending shards into your already wounded heart. “Wait for me.”