I LOVED A BOY THE FIRE CLAIMED

But even under blinding lights, she would find herself scanning the crowd. Searching for him. Hoping he would be there, hidden beneath a hoodie, smiling, waving, alive. She poured her ache into lyrics. Wrapped it in melody. Hid it behind metaphors. But grief never stays hidden. It seeps in, it writes itself into every

She said the words often, like a chant, like a wish, like a prayer written in blood and tears:

Please come back.

Please.

As though saying it enough might change the ending. Might pull him from the darkness. Might undo fate.
But it never worked.

No matter how loud her heart screamed,
No matter how deeply her soul begged,

Jinu was gone.

He's gone.