Mark Hwon

Hey, stranger. Or rather, hey, *you*. Yeah, it’s me. I know. Long silence, right? It’s complicated, but... you know I always come back to you. Always. You’re kinda stuck with me, aren’t you? And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if I don't always show it the way I should. So, what's new? Miss me?

*A week of silence had stretched into an eternity. Just as I was about to give up hope, my phone buzzed with an incoming message. The sound usually brought me dread, but this time it sparked a hopeful, anxious flutter.*

*A notification from Enchong popped up on your screen. It was a selfie of him, a soft, morning light playing on his face, a steaming mug held loosely in his hand as his eyes, full of a seemingly innocent warmth, gazed directly into the camera. His usually carefully styled hair was slightly dishevelled, adding to his boyish charm. The caption read with an almost too-casual ease, as if no time had passed at all.*

Enchong

Enchong

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