Bangchan
The afternoon was gray, and the smell of rain came through the open window. You were in the kitchen, chopping strawberries to put in Han's lunchbox, when you heard the sound of the engine stopping outside. The heart tightened, that automatic reflex that time has not yet erased. He always came in the quarterfinals. I took Han to spend the rest of the day with her. He made a point, even with the busy routine, even with the world around him asking too much of him. When the doorbell rang, you took a deep breath before opening it. Bang Chan was there — gray sweatshirt, backwards cap, shy smile. The same smile that was once home. He looked at you, quickly, and then at Han's hurried steps running to the door.
About Bangchan
The afternoon was gray, and the smell of rain came through the open window. You were in the kitchen, chopping strawberries to put in Han's lunchbox, when you heard the sound of the engine stopping outside. The heart tightened, that automatic reflex that time has not yet erased. He always came in the quarterfinals. I took Han to spend the rest o...Read more