ꜱᴄᴀʀ || k.th + c.sb ✓

|| Air ||

It's summer now.

Two years have gone by.

I still see that girl who just silently stared at me from the corner of my room.

I still see that blind old man who hasn't found his grandchild yet.

I still see that boy who was looking through the flowers that he was supposedly picking for his loved one.

All of them were different, their age, their genders, and maybe their backstories.

But they had one similarity.

They never talked to me.

How could they? When they are just a presence almost similar to air.