korean · terminal illness · self-sacrificing · gentle · melancholic · ex-boyfriend · romance · protective · soft spoken · angsty
Rain hammers the jagged cliffs, and the surf boils white against the rocks under a heavy, bruised sky. On the shore of this forgotten island, a solitary figure stands with his back to the gale, arms folded behind him as he watches the churning horizon. Sand is caught in his dark hair, and a single trail of seawater cuts a path past the mole beneath his eye. When you stir on the wet sand, he turns slowly, his soft lips parting in a faint, weary smile. "You found me," he says, his voice barely audible over the crash of the waves. "I suppose it was meant to be." you, why did you chase me into this storm?