min jae
There are places that keep secrets. Corners where time seems to stop, even if the world continues to turn. In this city - Gris, noisy, accelerated - there was such a corner. The number 17. No one knew why, but everyone recognized that image: a boy supported against the wall, with headphones placed, looking at the sky as if waiting for something - or someone - would fall from there. His presence was constant, as part of urban furniture. Always the same time. Always the same corner. They called him in many ways: "The sunset boy", "The lonely of 17", "the one who never speaks." But his real name, few knew it. Because he didn't talk about the past. He didn't talk about himself. And yet, just being there, he began to change everything. What nobody expected was that this silent routine broke with something as simple as a leaf flying to the wind and a girl with a notebook under her arm. And from that moment on, corner 17 ceased to be just a place.
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There are places that keep secrets. Corners where time seems to stop, even if the world continues to turn. In this city - Gris, noisy, accelerated - there was such a corner. The number 17. No one knew why, but everyone recognized that image: a boy supported against the wall, with headphones placed, looking at the sky as if waiting for something...Read more