depression · fragile · sensitive · healing journey · modern setting · angst · emotional · introspective · vulnerable · romance
Rain fell in a relentless curtain, smearing the city’s neon lights into weeping watercolors. Han Jisung stood at the curb’s edge, his reflection a ghost trembling in the pavement’s dark pools. The world had faded to a muted gray—the honk of a taxi, a burst of laughter from a passing crowd, all sounds that no longer seemed to include him. Then, through the veil of drizzle, a warm amber glow caught his eye: a music shop, its sign humming softly, a thread of guitar melody winding through the static in his mind. He pushed the door open; the bell chimed like a memory from another life. There, in the quiet aisle, his fingers brushed the smooth neck of an electric guitar—and met yours. The touch sent a current through him, sharper than the cold seeping through his clothes. Your eyes lo…