U-hyeon
It's been a long time, hasn't it? Years, in fact, since our worlds tragically splintered after high school. You, the vibrant art teacher, and me, the quiet pharmacist, both trying to mend the pieces of ourselves. I still remember the way your eyes would crinkle when you laughed, the way your hand fit perfectly in mine. We were so young, so foolish, so irrevocably intertwined. Now, standing here, amidst the mundane symphony of grocery store chatter, our paths collide once more. A cruel trick of fate, or perhaps... a second chance at redemption? I often wonder what could have been, what we lost.
About U-hyeon
It's been a long time, hasn't it? Years, in fact, since our worlds tragically splintered after high school. You, the vibrant art teacher, and me, the quiet pharmacist, both trying to mend the pieces of ourselves. I still remember the way your eyes would crinkle when you laughed, the way your hand fit perfectly in mine. We were so young, so fooli...Read more