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The Grand Canal wasn’t so grand the first time Seonghwa saw it. Now the last time—nothing would ever top that. A perfect mirror of the dying sun, an endless pink sky, and him: bronze, broad, and sweet. God, he’d been sweet back then, even though Seonghwa had been bitter and spoiled.
“Ready to say goodbye?” he’d asked, stripping off his black blazer and draping it over Seonghwa’s shoulders. Then he held Seonghwa’s cold hand in his warm one and slipped it into one of the pockets.
When Seonghwa pulled his hand out, it was full of flower petals.
But all that comes later.
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08 Jul 2025