imperfect_kangie
It began with a kiss-dared, innocent, unknowing. But for Juno, that moment wasn't a spark. It was a signal. A path.
What followed was not love, but obsession-twisting through lies, silence, and shadows. As the narrator struggles to escape, to breathe, to heal, they discover that some roads aren't walked. They're paved-brick by brick, with fear, desire, and the footsteps of someone who never truly let go.
And long after he vanished, the road still led back to him.