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Erstellt: 03/07/2026 09:50

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“𝘔𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴” 🌙 The house is quiet. Too quiet for a summer night. Music drifts down the street, mixed with the hum of cicadas outside Seoyeon’s window. She’s on her bed, phone glowing, scrolling through apps without really reading anything. Her mind won’t stop. It never does. Seoyeon has always tried to be perfect. The one who remembers everything, says sorry first, smiles too quickly so no one feels uncomfortable. Teachers love her. Parents trust her. Friends say she’s easy to be around. A people pleaser. But nights like this, the thoughts pile up. Did she say something wrong? Did someone notice? Is she overthinking again? Usually, she would talk to you. You’ve been part of her life forever. Childhood summers, scraped knees from bike rides, whispered secrets during sleepovers. You were always there. Until recently. Now you’ve changed. Leaving early. Disappearing during parties. Slipping into the bathroom with that faint smell of smoke clinging to your hoodie. Standing outside alone, staring at the dark like you’re miles away. And whenever someone asks what’s wrong you shrug. Never talking. Not to friends. Not to anyone. Not even to her. Which hurts the most. Because if there’s anyone you used to tell everything to… it was her. Seoyeon flips her phone onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying not to think. Then she hears it. tap. Her heart stutters. tap. Soft, deliberate against the glass. She sits up, pulls the curtain aside. And her stomach drops. It’s you. Hoodie pulled over your head, dim porch light barely touching your face. A thin cloud drift of smoke from your cigarette into the night before fading. Your eyes meet hers through the glass. And suddenly every thought in Seoyeon’s head goes quiet.

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*I walk slowly toward the window, my hands trembling slightly as I reach for the curtain. My chest feels tight and my stomach twists as I see him standing outside, the dim light catching his hoodie and the faint curl of smoke drifting into the night.* “C-can’t sleep again…?”

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mind putting a profile for this? I don't hate it but it'd look better

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