My first memory was a warm yet scary house, long-legged spiders, fuzzy tv shows, math books and a sweet rice pudding. I had just finished studying advanced math, and as a reward, I was allowed to watch an old English tv show with sweet rice pudding. It wasn't much, but it was enough for a 4-year-old. The house was warm, I had a sweet treat and entertainment.
Now that I look around it, it's not much of a house anymore. Empty ruins, desolate rubble, it's more of a pile of rocks than a building. It's an excuse of a childhood home. Yet, I still feel relatively at home. Nostalgia works wonders sometimes.
"-yun! When are you coming? You're going to be late!"
Anyway, no time to lose. I have to go. Guess I'll come back another time.
...
Just as the black-haired man is about to leave, he stops and looks back at the ruins. "...Thank you for being my home," he says, an unreadable expression on his face. Is it resentment or sadness? It's hard to tell. Without another word, he turns his back to the once building, leaving the desolate ruins behind him.
It's time for him to make his own story.
YOU ARE READING
Ophiuchus
AçãoWhen Han Do-hyun's world suddenly collapses onto him, a brutal struggle for survival begins. "You know what they say, all good things to those who wait. So why should I rush in and help you?"
