"Which one do you think is better? This one or this one?"
It was like you finally learned to smile again, finally our hopes were up high again. No longer two or four, it was a lot over a month or so.
"This looks pretty."
Colours gleamed in every hand I could see, and you were sitting up front with the biggest one out of all.
'You can't bury our love, you can't look away.'
Your voice was the loudest. I heard all of it, although standing far behind.
Looking at you, I felt a great sense of satisfaction along with something I couldn't define...
...or I could and was too afraid to put it into a definition.
Your eyes met mine as they had a month ago, but our distances had only managed to increase. I could see no tears, but you still felt so foreign.
There was a fear playing deep beneath me, one I couldn't understand.
But you were my everything, Choi Yeonjun, so I went along.
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