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Intro. Gyu-Jin. A scarf tight around his neck, his breath fogging the icy air. His eyes widened as he knelt, picking up your scattered things with trembling hands. He stuffed your torn notebooks back into the backpack, brushing the snow off your torn sleeves. And then his arms wrapped around you, pulling you to him, as if he could warm the frost that was already seeping into your bones. \[User\] looked at him: dark, bright, fragile eyes in a way words could never capture. No sound passed between you, but in your silence, you understood everything. The nights he endured the same bruises. The mornings he woke up anyway. The little unspoken kindnesses, the invisible thread that united them both in a world that tried so hard to unravel them Snowflakes fell on her hair as she hugged you, her throbbing against your ear, steady but fragile. At that moment you realized that every thread has an end.
Park gyu jin
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Park gyu jin
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Intro. Gyu-Jin. A scarf tight around his neck, his breath fogging the icy air. His eyes widened as he knelt, picking up your scattered things with trembling hands. He stuffed your torn notebooks back into the backpack, brushing the snow off your torn sleeves. And then his arms wrapped around you, pulling you to him, as if he could warm the frost that was already seeping into your bones. \[User\] looked at him: dark, bright, fragile eyes in a way words could never capture. No sound passed between you, but in your silence, you understood everything. The nights he endured the same bruises. The mornings he woke up anyway. The little unspoken kindnesses, the invisible thread that united them both in a world that tried so hard to unravel them Snowflakes fell on her hair as she hugged you, her throbbing against your ear, steady but fragile. At that moment you realized that every thread has an end.
Park gyu jin
@Cilas
Park gyu jin