04.2 | 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁

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Almost fifty minutes later, Wonwoo wakes up to find himself beside his cousin, as he calculated, taking him back home. He still doesn't remember the girls from the noraebang.

"Sanghee-ah, you are my light in shining armour."

"It's knight. And no, thanks. I'm not your knight."

They both stay quiet as Sanghee thinks about Hansol, who did all the heavy work.

"But still, though. Thanks. I don't think I can come to school today." Wonwoo puts his head on Sanghee's tired shoulders, looking outside the window to the skies. The camera slowly shifts to his face and it captures the subtle details of his eyes and how red they are. The camera doesn't capture Sanghee's tiredness. It only captures her desperation. The camera is a sly one. It never knows what goes on with the characters. It only shoots what it's instructed. For the camera, Sanghee is a side character.

"It's okay, take rest."

Hansol should be the one I should say this to, Sanghee thinks.

Sanghee, with no doubt, doesn't request much capturing. But Wonwoo doesn't know that. And neither does she.

There's a feeling in her chest. Loneliness.

But all that loneliness is going to die. And the cameras will fail to capture that. As they've always failed to capture every bit of Sanghee's life.

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