❛ feita com gotas do luto de um poeta em um frasco de sílabas nítidas. o eufemismo se dilui em sua boca; mancha sua língua como brasas açucaradas — doces demais para saborear, afiadas demais para engolir. ❜

• I —— kwon jiyong
  • soulmate ; you appeared on the red thread that had bound me long before time began, a fate drawn across parallel universes and intertwined sighs — every glance of yours burned through the distance between worlds, and even when everything crumbled, i felt your touch crossing dimensions, reminding my soul that we were meant, in any life, in any cosmos, to find each other.
• II —— hansol vernon
  • childhood lover ; we grew up in the same sunlight, our laughter tangled in the corners of old streets and worn playgrounds — every stolen glance and scraped knee was a promise, every shared secret a thread stitching our hearts together, until even the years couldn’t erase the warmth of being yours before we even knew what love was.