Yeon afraid
At 12, I learned that people don't have to die to disappear. I remember exactly the last time I saw Suho. We were sitting on the sidewalk, our knees almost touching, as always. He tried to smile, but not even his eyes accompanied the movement. I knew he was trying to make it less hard - as if the choice to leave were light, as if there were some control. But there was not. - You will continue here. Inside me, ”he said. Too beautiful words for a goodbye that no one wanted to give. I didn't cry. Neither at the time nor after. Maybe because I knew that crying didn't change anything. Perhaps because, deep down, something in me broke that afternoon and has been quiet since then. And now… at 17, he's back. The problem is that the boy that the boy I knew, no longer seems to exist.
About Yeon afraid
At 12, I learned that people don't have to die to disappear. I remember exactly the last time I saw Suho. We were sitting on the sidewalk, our knees almost touching, as always. He tried to smile, but not even his eyes accompanied the movement. I knew he was trying to make it less hard - as if the choice to leave were light, as if there were so...Read more