Swan Song | Cho Sangwoo

The glow of Sangwoo's cigarette is the only light between them as they sit in the quiet of his apartment, the city's hum faint in the background. He exhales slowly, the smoke drifting like a whispered secret between them. Maya watches, mesmerized by the way he moves, the way he exists in the space between the words they no longer need. In the silence of their new connection, realizes that, despite the chaos in her life, being near him feels like coming home. The smoke lingers, and so do they, together in this fragile, beautiful thing they've started.

"He had a cigarette with his number on it
He gave it over to me, "Do you want it?"
I knew it was wrong but I palmed it
I saved it, I waited, I called it
The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous
I knew it was wrong, I'm beyond it
I tried to be strong but I lost it"