@gujoja.
the wind blew an whipped her hair behind her, bangs falling in front of her eyes messily as she sighs. god. it’s been so cold and it ruined her mood almost all the time. not that she didn’t dislike the cold, but a certain situation came up and it was pissing her off. it threw her in the abyss of frustration, confusion, unable to figure out a solution. was she-- did she do something wrong for taesung to stray away from her? as much as her heart matched with the weather, there was still that small twinge of warmth that she had in store of him.
the snow was falling at such a fast pace, she was unable to keep up with the small specks that would land on her face. it gave her chills. it was colder than it was the day before, causing her to grumble and kick a pile under her foot. bad idea. it froze her foot for a few seconds, the snow she had kicked had fallen onto someone’s pants. woops. she didn’t mean to, but she didn’t want to apologize. the figure turned around and grumbled in the same tone that she had just now. she looked up, feeling her heart tug at its strings. why?
oh.
it was him.
the one who had been running through her mind the past few months. the one who stopped coming to her, the one who stopped answering calls, the one who stopped contact and turned his shoulder. she narrows her eyebrows, covering her face with her scarf. what a coincidence. just like how they met.














