You remember it all too well. The scarf you left at his place and that he still keeps. The laughter in the autumn air. The way Taehyung used to look at you as if you were the only thing in the world worth seeing. The night you danced 'round the kitchen without worries. Every little detail of that love still lingers, burning like an ember that refuses to fade.

But that was before. Before the silence. Before the coldness. Before he let you go as if everything you shared had been nothing but a fleeting dream.

And tonight, your phone lighted up with his name again just to break you like a promise. His voice is the same– smooth, deep, devastating. Except this time it doesn’t bring comfort. It cuts like glass as he talks casually cruel in the name of being honest.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you… but you know me. Anyway im mailing back your things, are you receiving them well?”