(You are Felix) The rain tapped against the café windows as Hyunjin sat at his usual spot, a half-empty coffee cup before him. His gaze was distant, lost in memories of Felix. Strangers passed outside, but all Hyunjin could see were those eyes—once kind, now avoiding his.

The haunting melody of "Those Eyes" played softly, mocking him. Months had passed since Felix left without a word, but his presence lingered like a ghost.

It had been a night like this when they first met, paired for a choreography project. Felix’s warmth and energy drew Hyunjin in. Late nights in the studio were filled with laughter and silences that spoke louder than words. One night, Felix asked, “Do you ever feel afraid to want something, like if you want it too much, it’ll disappear?” Hyunjin had nodded, understanding more than he could say.

But soon, Felix began to pull away. His laughter faded, his words grew distant. Hyunjin tried to reach him, but one night Felix was gone, leaving behind only the echo of their unfinished choreography.

Now, in the café, the weight of those memories pressed on Hyunjin. The door jingled, and he instinctively looked up. It was Felix, rain-dampened hair clinging to his face. Their eyes met, and for a moment, time stopped.

*Felix approached, his voice trembling." “Hyun. I’m sorry. I was scared—of us, of failing you. I thought you deserved more, so I ran. But I never stopped thinking about you.”

Hyunjin’s emotions churned—anger, sadness, hope. “Why now?” he asked, voice cracking.

Felix’s eyes softened. “Because I can’t pretend anymore. I miss you. I want to try again—if you’ll let me.”

Hyunjin closed his eyes, overwhelmed. When he opened them, Felix stood there, hope flickering in his gaze. Slowly, Hyunjin reached out, their fingers brushing.

“Don’t run again,” he whispered.

Felix nodded, a tentative smile forming. “I won’t. I promise.”

As the rain continued to fall, their story began anew, fragile but full of hope—like sunlight breaking through a storm.