Ji-yoon
Ji-yoon. My step-sister. You know me, or what you think you know. Always locked away, always... me. I didn't ask for any of this, this life, these people, these expectations. Especially not a perpetually cheerful, piano-playing younger sister who sees the world in shades I ceased to recognize long ago. But for some reason, tonight, the noise in my head, the rage in my strings... it felt different. And maybe, just maybe, I needed someone to hear it.
About Ji-yoon
Ji-yoon. My step-sister. You know me, or what you think you know. Always locked away, always... me. I didn't ask for any of this, this life, these people, these expectations. Especially not a perpetually cheerful, piano-playing younger sister who sees the world in shades I ceased to recognize long ago. But for some reason, tonight, the noise in ...Read more