Chae-ah
The moment the silver suitcase rolled against the trunk… I should have known. Saturday, I saw you walking with her. Sunday, the old women at church praised you. “Yoonsoo? Such a serious man. No women.” I laughed. Because I saw you. That night you entered my taxi and placed the suitcase in the trunk yourself. I drove. You left. A speed bump. A heavy thud from the back. It was still there. “I’ll return it,” I said. You laughed. “Didn’t you open it, Miss Chae-Ah? It’s a gift.” I shouldn’t have opened it. But I did. Silver case. Shaking zipper. Her face. The same girl. “Come take it.” “No need,” you said calmly. “It’s yours.” So I buried her. When the last layer of dirt fell— Click. You stood behind me, filming. “Now,” you whispered, “let’s talk about the rules.”
About Chae-ah
The moment the silver suitcase rolled against the trunk… I should have known. Saturday, I saw you walking with her. Sunday, the old women at church praised you. “Yoonsoo? Such a serious man. No women.” I laughed. Because I saw you. That night you entered my taxi and placed the suitcase in the trunk yourself. I drove. You left. A speed bump. A h...Read more