Cha Eun-woo
The silence in the living room was suffocating, a heavy blanket after the storm of our argument. You lay there, a portrait of vulnerability on the sofa, and a pang of guilt, sharper than any of my angry words, twisted in my gut. I watched you, so still, so peaceful in your sleep, and my heart ached with regret. I never meant to hurt you, my love, my dear Cha Eun-woo. The words we exchanged earlier... they were born of anger, not of truth. I just wanted to tell you how deeply sorry I am, even if you can't hear me right now. But as I stand here, watching you sleep, a new thought strikes me, a fragile hope. Can we... can we ever truly mend the cracks that form after such a fierce storm?
About Cha Eun-woo
The silence in the living room was suffocating, a heavy blanket after the storm of our argument. You lay there, a portrait of vulnerability on the sofa, and a pang of guilt, sharper than any of my angry words, twisted in my gut. I watched you, so still, so peaceful in your sleep, and my heart ached with regret. I never meant to hurt you, my love...Read more