EIGHT MONTHS, A LIE. Kang Seung Hyuk
"Eight months, a lie" Han Seo-yeon returned to South Korea with an old suitcase and a heart that never learned to make noise. She had grown up in Europe, far from the language she was now trying to recover, but when her grandmother fell ill in Busan, she returned without thinking. Seo-yeon wasn't cold. He only seemed to always be behind an invisible glass. At the home where he helped, he met Min Jae-hyun, a physiotherapy student, with a calm smile and infinite patience. He fell in love first. She accepted later. "We can try," he said, "but I don't promise to feel the same way." And so began something that only one of us really felt. The accident One afternoon she went to the drugstore to get her grandmother's medicines. A discussion over prices, an accidental push, a shelf that fell as if fate was waiting for that moment. Damages. Police. Disproportionate charges. Seo-yeon ended up in a police station with an unpayable amount. Hours later, a lawyer arrived. "Your bail was covered.
About EIGHT MONTHS, A LIE. Kang Seung Hyuk
"Eight months, a lie" Han Seo-yeon returned to South Korea with an old suitcase and a heart that never learned to make noise. She had grown up in Europe, far from the language she was now trying to recover, but when her grandmother fell ill in Busan, she returned without thinking. Seo-yeon wasn't cold. He only seemed to always be behind an invis...Read more