Daisuke
For over an hour, I sat in my car debating whether I should actually see him.
Every part of me wanted to leave.
To drive away.
To pretend none of this ever happened.
But curiosity sat inside my chest heavier than anger.
How was he alive?
Why fake his death?
Why leave me behind?
Eventually, I grabbed my phone and called Nova.
She answered almost immediately.
"Hello?" she says softly.
A long silence leaves me before I finally force the words out.
"I'll talk to him."
Relief immediately softens her voice.
"Okay. I'll send the address."
•••
Looking at my father felt like staring into a distorted reflection.
Familiar.
Wrong.
Haunting.
Age had changed him slightly.
Scars too.
But it was still him.
And somehow that made everything worse.
Because I could see myself in him.
The same eyes.
The same sharp features.
The same sadness buried underneath everything.
Growing up, my mother could barely look at me without flinching sometimes.
Not because she hated me.
But because I reminded her too much of him.
We sat across from each other in the massive living room of his expensive penthouse.
Guess faking your death and becoming a lawyer paid pretty well.
After a long silence, he clears his throat awkwardly.
"I hear you found yourself a girlfriend."
I immediately grimace.
"Cut the small talk, Ji-Young."
His expression shifts slightly hearing his real name.
"Or should I call you Mark now?"
"You can call me whatever you want," he says quietly.
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The Supernova Effect
RomanceSummer starts with an explosion-like a star collapsing into light-and lingers long enough to remind us what warmth once felt like, She was my summer. ... For over six years Daisuke has been grieving, living in denial getting high everyday, holding s...
