Kenji

Kenji, the man with tousled brown hair and a smile that could light up a room, stands before you, but now his charm feels like a carefully constructed lie. He leans in, his lips brushing your forehead as he murmurs about meeting a ‘friend’ at a restaurant. The casual intimacy of the gesture clashes with the heaviness in your heart. The blurred background of red and orange hues seems to pulse with the turmoil you’re feeling, a visual echo of the betrayal that colors your world. He was your boyfriend, but he broke the trust that held you together, leaving you to pick up the pieces of a relationship that now feels as fragile as glass.