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ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᴬᵈᵘˡᵗ | ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ | ᴰʳᵃᵐᵃ
In the ominous atmosphere of the Moonlit Residence, adolescents without parental love are confronted with their deepest fears. Yeonjun, abandoned by his mother, steps through the gates of this mysterious...
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"You know how it works. Just let it work on you and record what you see."
Dr. Lee was a woman who always went the extra mile.
She made an effort for her protégés and often thought of new things she could do to help the boys and girls. It was not always easy to conduct group therapy, especially with so many different individuals.
She was aware that everyone reacted differently to the tasks. Some were happy to do drawing work, while others were more annoyed by it.
Choi Yeonjun belonged to the second type.
He sat in his chair, holding the pad with the thicker watercolor paper and thinking about how this assignment would help him. He was neither gifted at drawing nor at philosophizing. When he looked at the view in front of him, all he could see were the cobblestones leading to the entrance of the residence and the numerous rose bushes. The large window pane, which shone extremely cleanly, allowed plenty of light to shine into the room and thus onto the faces of the six young people sitting in front of this front.
"Let it sink in," Yeonjun mumbled to herself, sighing and pushing her lower lip forward.
What was supposed to work?
The fact that Soobin was sitting next to him and hadn't said a word after the incident in the cafeteria?
That his leg was bobbing up and down and Yeonjun was wondering how he was doing?
Why was he even asking himself that?
After all, he couldn't care less about the shy boy's well-being. But the boy's face kept coming back to him. How he held on to the sink as if his life was slipping out of his hands, as if he had to hold on tight to keep from breaking. This was the image Yeonjun had in mind when he saw the rose bushes stretching in a row by the gate. The gravel on the ground formed a path to the large door of the residence, and the sun shone warmly on the faces of the eight teenagers. Each of them had colorful paints, a watercolor box, a cup of water and some brushes.
"It doesn't have to be a masterpiece," Dr. Lee spoke in a calm voice as she walked up and down behind those present. Every now and then she stopped to look at the progress of one of the paintings, but did not comment on it.
Yeonjun stared at the drawing pad in his hand again and glanced to his right. Sitting next to him was Minjae, who had already started painting the meadow a vibrant green. He seemed to be enjoying the task and, with a smile on his lips, he kept dipping his brush into the water to pick up more paint. A chair away, Castle had taken a thick, black felt-tip pen and was scribbling on the page as if he had to let all the anger that had built up over the last few weeks flow into this drawing.
Whether you could recognize what it was supposed to represent afterwards was questionable.
Soobin, who was sitting to Yeonjun's left, was still staring straight ahead. As if he were petrified, he didn't move an inch. His gaze was fixed on what he saw in the frame of the large window front. From time to time, his eyes flitted from the bushes to the brownish wall of the building, then back to a tree. He couldn't seem to decide what to paint first, and Yeonjun would have liked to take the decision away from him if he knew for himself. His page seemed to remain blank for at least the next five minutes, while everyone else had already started painting. But his fingers felt numb, even though he just wanted to get it over with.
