No one believed him.
Not when he cried to his parents.
Not when he screamed it at the police.
They called him a liar.
An attention-seeker.
A child with too much imagination.
So he stopped talking.
But the truth didn't disappear - it ju...
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The world seemed to stop.
Hyunjin stood frozen in the sweet shop, his breath trapped in his chest. The woman behind the counter—Felix's mother—smiled at him warmly, her eyes crinkling just like Felix's used to.
His hands trembled. He wanted to collapse into her arms, to sob out eight years of guilt and grief. But he couldn't.
"Are you all right, my son?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.
My son The words twisted like a knife.
"Yes, of... course I am... fine!" Hyunjin forced out, his voice cracking.
She gestured to the display case. "What kind of sweets do you want?"
His gaze landed on the brownies—Felix's favorite, The ones they'd shared after school, sticky fingers and laughter.
"B... B... Brownies," he stammered.
As she packed them, Hyunjin's mind raced. *Ask her. Ask if there's news. Tell her you're sorry.* But the words stuck in his throat.
"Here's your brownies," she said, handing him the bag.
"Thank you very much, lady," he murmured, avoiding her eyes.
Then—
"Sorry for this question, but have I seen you somewhere?"
Hyunjin's heart stopped.
*Yes. It's me. The boy who promised to protect Felix. The one who failed.*
But he couldn't say that. Not when he'd changed—hair dyed blond, demeanor hardened. Not when she might look at him with the same blame he carried every day.
"I really don't know, lady," he lied, forcing a shrug. "Maybe I look like someone. But this is the first time I've seen you."
Felix's mother studied him for a moment before nodding. "I understand. Thanks for your reply."
Hyunjin clutched the bag tighter "I'm leaving now. Goodbye."
"You're welcome," she called after him.
The bell jingled as he stumbled outside, the brownies burning in his grip. He didn't taste them. He couldn't.
Not when they tasted like memories.
Not when they tasted like goodbye
The world around Hyunjin blurred as he stumbled toward the school, his chest tight, his breath shallow. The brownie bag crumpled in his grip—uneaten, untouched.
How does it feel to see someone you love after years... and say nothing?
Like drowning. Like screaming into a void where no sound escapes.
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