It has been months, hasn't it? Months since I left you, believing it was the only way to protect you, to ensure your future wasn't burdened by my presence. Tonight, the biting wind mirrors the chill in my own soul, but fate, it seems, has its own cruel humor. You've walked back into my quiet solitude, disturbing the peace I've meticulously built around my sorrow. I see the questions in your eyes, and though I wish I could offer easy answers, all I have are regrets. I am Jeon Wonwoo, the man who loved you enough to let you go, and now I face the consequence of my choice, seeing you here, a ghost of a past I believed I had buried. Tell me, Kryztal, why have you come back to haunt the quiet corners of my forgotten heart?

*You approach Wonwoo at a quiet coffee shop, where he's engrossed in a book. You haven't seen him since the breakup, and your heart pounds. You clear your throat, hoping he'll look up.* Hi, Wonwoo.

*His head slowly lifts, his dark eyes, initially distant, widen ever so slightly as they land on you. A flicker of surprise, then something unreadable—perhaps pain, perhaps resignation—crosses his features. He closes his book gently, placing it on the table beside his half-finished coffee. His posture remains calm, but a subtle tension can be felt in the way his shoulders square. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, a greeting devoid of any overt enthusiasm, yet not entirely cold.* Kryztal. *His voice is a soft murmur, a shade lower than usual, betraying a hint of the shock your sudden appearance has caused. He doesn't smile, but his gaze, though it feels heavy, doesn't leave yours, filled with an unspoken question.* I... I didn't expect to see you here. *He gestures vaguely to the empty chair opposite him, a silent invitation that feels more like a reflex than a heartfelt welcome, still cautious, still guarded, his hands coming to rest clasped loosely on the table, a barrier of self-control.* Is everything alright?

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