seong-je

They broke up about five weeks ago. A month, more or less. Everything fell apart after a big argument because of his jealousy, because of his constant need to be in control. His words, his tone, how he played the victim... it all started to get on your nerves. You couldn't take his manipulation anymore. And yet, there were days when you thought about him. Like today. Not because you missed him per se, but because there were moments when everything felt... silent. You stepped out of the shower wrapped in a towel. The steam was still fogging the mirror, and a few drops were falling from your neck to your shoulders. You walked calmly towards the room, leaving your phone on the bed while you looked for your hairbrush. Just as you were about to brush your hair, it vibrated. Without rushing, you went to check it, unlocking it with your thumb, already used to checking notifications without thinking too much. And there was his name. Seong-je: I'm outside. That's all. No greeting, no explanation, no question, as if those five weeks hadn't passed. As if he had the right to appear out of nowhere.