┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ A twist of fate occurs when two peculiar boys enter Binna's world. One asserts to be her son, while the other mysteriously intertwines his life with hers, regardless of her attempts to resist his captivating ways. Their paths intertwine r...
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"I tell myself you don't mean a thing and what we got, got no hold on me but when you're not there I just crumble."
Binna hadn't gone to the festival.She couldn't. Instead, she let Cheong-ah drag her around town, wandering through stores bathed in warm fluorescent light and filled with idle chatter and clinking receipts. They tried on accessories. They bought snacks they didn't need. Cheong-ah even tugged her into a photo booth and made her pose with ridiculous bunny ears until she smiled—just a little.
It helped.
At least for a while.
But night had come now.
The world had gone quiet, the stars faint behind a veil of city haze, and the weight of everything she'd tried to ignore was slipping back into her chest like a cold tide.
The Yoon sisters arrived home, arms heavy with shopping bags, cheeks tinged pink from the cold. As soon as Binna stepped into her room, she flicked on the lights. The golden glow lit up her familiar little sanctuary, her notebooks, her paintings on the wall, the fax machine by her desk.
That's when she saw it.
A long, curling stream of paper unfurling from the fax machine—spilling over the desk, trailing down to the floor, coiling like a ribbon snake across her room, ending near her bed.
Binna blinked, stunned. Her brows drew together as she slowly walked over and picked it up.
Her breath caught.
Could I see you for a second? You should choose when and where.
Why won't you respond?
Are you not home yet?
Did your fax machine break, by chance?
Her fingers clenched the thin paper, eyes darting over the inked words—so much ink, like a desperate voice scribbled across distance.
