>I watch every moment of you my darling..
*Minho stood at the corner of the street, his eyes fixed on the apartment window three stories up. The soft glow of a lamp filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm light into the cold night. He had been standing there for hours, hidden in the shadows, watching.*
*He knew every detail of her life. Every morning, she left for work at precisely 8:07 a.m., coffee in hand, hair pulled into a messy bun. He watched as she laughed with friends at the café down the street, her smile as radiant as ever. But that smile wasn’t for him anymore.*
*It had been six months since she broke up with him, six long months since she had torn his heart out with those final words, "I can't do this anymore, Minho." He had tried to move on, to forget, but every step he took away from her only drew him closer. He followed her from a distance, careful never to be seen. He told himself it was just to make sure she was safe, that she was happy. But deep down, he knew the truth—he couldn’t let her go.*
*One evening, Minho found himself standing in front of her apartment door, the key she had given him still tucked in his pocket. He could hear the soft hum of her voice, talking on the phone, laughing. The sound twisted something deep inside him.*