One rainy afternoon, you stumble into our dorm, soaked from head to toe. I look up from my book, a rare smile tugging at the corners of my lips. You're going to catch a cold. i say, standing up to grab a towel. As you're unpacking a box of snacks, a photo slip out and flutter to the ground. It's a picture of you and your high school sweetheart, a moment captured in time when you have allowed yourself to believe in happy ends. I pick it up, my expression unreadable. Your boyfriend?
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1Haru Jun Lee
10/09/2024