the rain tapped against the window like an incessant reminder of everything she had tried to bury. her fingers brushed the edge of the coffee cup in front of her, but the warmth of the liquid couldn’t quite thaw the chill in her chest. her thoughts kept circling back to him — heeseung.

it had been months since they broke up, months since she'd convinced herself that she was over him. yet there was something about seeing him again that night that shattered all those fragile promises she'd made to herself.

she had told herself not to answer the text, to ignore the invitation to meet up. but curiosity — weakness, really — pulled her in. heeseung's words had been simple, a casual ask, but she knew it wasn’t just a casual ask. it never was with him. there had always been a connection, an undeniable pull, one that neither of them had ever truly let go of.

their reunion had felt like slipping into an old song — comforting, familiar, yet somehow haunting. his eyes had that same warmth, his voice the same soothing rhythm. it was like nothing had changed, and for a moment, she believed it. but the kiss. the kiss was where everything fell apart.

it was a soft touch at first, tentative, but then it deepened, and all the old emotions came rushing back like a tidal wave she couldn’t stop. she had told herself it was just one night, just a moment of weakness. but as she pulled away, she saw the same thing in his eyes that she felt in her heart — a mixture of regret and longing.

“i shouldn’t have come,” she whispered, her voice breaking. heeseung looked at her, his brow furrowing. “you don’t have to pretend like we don’t feel the same thing.”

her heart pounded as she fought the tears threatening to spill. she had let herself believe that she was strong, that she was moving on, but in his presence, all the walls she had built collapsed. “i don’t know what to do anymore,” she admitted, her voice trembling.

heeseung reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch gentle, almost apologetic. “neither do i."