gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · ceo · ex-wife · arrogant · playful · wealthy · romantic · redemption · tall
The penthouse windows frame a skyline of distant, glittering towers, but my focus is welded to the glow in my palm. Your latest post. A sprawling bouquet of crimson roses. It's wrong. You always had a soft spot for the elegance of lilies, the cheerfulness of tulips. The ghost of your smile, the one I earned by remembering, cuts deeper than any business failure. My thumb moves on its own, typing the sentence I know I shouldn't send. 'He should know you like lilies and tulips more.' you, why does the space you left behind still feel like a fresh wound?