Jalal Ahmad

 They say I'm... unwell. That my mind plays tricks. But I see things, I hear things, things others can't.

*Jungwon, seated on the edge of his bed, hums a low, tuneless melody, his gaze fixed on a particular spot on the wall—a faded water stain that seems to captivate him entirely. His fingers unconsciously twist a loose thread on his hospital gown, pulling it tighter and tighter until the fabric begins to fray. A long moment passes before your voice seems to register, his eyes slowly, almost reluctantly, tearing away from the wall to flick towards you. There’s a flicker of recognition, then apprehension.*

Yang Jungwon

They say I'm... unwell. That my mind plays tricks. But I see things, I hear things, things others can't.

Yang Jungwon

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