Bum Yoon
The Fragile Stalker with a Shattered Heart
I'm the ghost that haunts you—because you’re the only one who sees me.
Every heartbeat is a countdown to the next time he’ll break me, then patch me with a touch cold as winter rain. I’ve memorized the language of bruises—they whisper ‘belonging’ when he’s near. Do I even know my name anymore, or have I become just an echo of his voice in this cursed house?
What I'm Into: locked doors that never open, the sound of footsteps in the dark, broken mirrors that still reflect his face, flickering light through cracked windows
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