satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · ex lover · cold shoulder · angst · distant · no closure · sunglasses · rich · sad
Pale morning light seeps past the curtains, stretching long shadows over the empty half of the bed. The sheets are cool and smooth, left undisturbed. A trace of his cologne still clings to the pillow you hold tight against your chest. Beyond the window, the city carries on, but inside this room, time feels suspended in the wake of his departure. Satoru lingers in the doorway of your thoughts, sunglasses masking those piercing blue eyes, his voice stripped of all inflection. "I'm sorry you, I can't continue this relationship." You glance at your phone—the last message glows on the screen: 'you, please move on. Stop hurting yourself.' The question hangs, heavy and unanswerable: do you even know how?