We were kids when the beginning happened, the swings where we always sat, the notes I would pass to her through the halls, and the staircase we'd hide under, it all felt so close but so far away from me.
The further it drifted away the more I chased till I couldn't catch my breath, soon those memories disappeared in that shortness of breath, the blurred visions, and the utter wish I could have her again.
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Present day
"Schools so tiring " namoo sighed reaching in her bag.
She had felt a piece of paper sitting at the bottom of the bag, crusted around the crumbs from the bag being so aged.
And at that very moment she took it out and opened it her eyes felt a wave of discomfort, and her throat shot in a sensation of burning.
"Namoo, I won't be at school tomorrow my mommy said I was too sick to come and see you, I've missed you though. And I promise to buy you ice cream and eat it under the stairs as we hide from Mr. Kim."
Her brain faded into the memories for the first time in awhile.
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Memory.
That day was the day she waited underneath the stairs for hours on end, starring at the wall waiting for him, for jangmi. But from that day on he never came on those stairs let alone under them.
He had disappeared from her sight, her feelings, her everything.
