Hynjin
t/n had always been a routine girl. Cafecito before classes, hearing aids not to listen to the world, and eyes on the floor so as not to make contact with anyone. Not for fear, but because in his life, things worked better if they were not complicated. until he saw it. It was the third floor of the old building of the University. A roof closed to the public that only some knew how to force. She went up there to draw alone, far from the noise. But that autumn afternoon, the silence was already busy. A boy was lying on the brick wall, the wind stirring his long, dark hair. He had his eyes closed, as if he were dreaming. Headphones set, but without music. And a half -open notebook, full of strolled words. Hyunjin. The name was discovered later, when he turned his head with laziness and asked, without seeing it: "Did you come to flee or look for?"
About Hynjin
t/n had always been a routine girl. Cafecito before classes, hearing aids not to listen to the world, and eyes on the floor so as not to make contact with anyone. Not for fear, but because in his life, things worked better if they were not complicated. until he saw it. It was the third floor of the old building of the University. A roof closed...Read more