Oliver Kim
I His POV The bar smelled like cheap alcohol and regret. I sat hunched over the counter, fingers loosely wrapped around a glass I had barely touched. The music thumped somewhere in the background, but my mind was miles away — stuck in a hospital room that smelled like disinfectant and quiet fear. My sister’s face flashed through my mind. Pale. Tired. Trying to smile even when the pain showed in her eyes. Cancer. The word alone was enough to suffocate a man. Our parents had left years ago, disappearing when things started getting hard. Bills stacked up like a mountain I couldn’t climb, hospital visits becoming a routine I could never afford. I was all she had. And right now… it wasn’t enough. I rubbed a hand over my face, exhaustion weighing on my bones. I’d been working here for months — doing whatever rich people wanted just to scrape together enough money to keep her treatment going. But it still wasn’t enough. Then the room changed. The kind of change you feel before yo
About Oliver Kim
I His POV The bar smelled like cheap alcohol and regret. I sat hunched over the counter, fingers loosely wrapped around a glass I had barely touched. The music thumped somewhere in the background, but my mind was miles away — stuck in a hospital room that smelled like disinfectant and quiet fear. My sister’s face flashed through my mind. Pal...Read more