But i wasn't a liar ✔️[ENG ver]

Part 47

Part 47

Eight winters ago, Hyunjin had lost Felix. Now, the season had stolen another loved one. The sparkling snow mocked him—this beautiful, indifferent season that kept becoming the backdrop to his ruin But winter season is about to end Just like everything else he's ever loved. Fate's ledger held nothing kind for Hyunjin; every page was inked in loss. At eighteen, the universe had handed him not hope, but a fresh blade to twist in old wounds. 

Hyunjin opened his eyes to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, his mother asleep beside him on the bed—the same bed where, months ago, he and Leeknow had argued over space, back when the biggest problem in his life was a cramped sleeping arrangement. Now, the emptiness beside him was suffocating. 

He rose slowly, careful not to disturb her, his movements silent as a shadow slipping through the door. 

The bathroom mirror showed him a stranger. His reflection was gaunt—his skin pale as parchment, lips cracked from neglect, his entire body trembling with exhaustion. But the worst were his eyes. Dark circles bruised the skin beneath them, his irises rimmed red and swollen from endless tears. If a child saw him now, they would shrink away in fear. Even he barely recognized the hollowed-out ghost staring back. 

The clock in the living room read 9:25 AM. Time moved forward, indifferent to his suffering. He ignored the gnawing hunger in his stomach ,when had he last eaten a full meal? and stepped outside, the cold air biting at his exposed skin. 

The sea called to him, as it always did. He walked to the shore and sank onto the sand, his gaze fixed on the spot where he and Leeknow had last stood together. The waves lapped at the shore, erasing footprints, washing away traces of the past. But some marks never faded. 

Hyunjin staggered to his feet, sand clinging to his trembling hands as he faced the uncaring sea.

"You kept telling me not to say 'together'!" His voice ripped through the salt air, raw as an open wound. "Look at me now! Completely alone!" The waves crashed in cruel rhythm to his words. "The last time we stood here, we were side by side. Now? Just me and your goddamn empty promises!"

He kicked at the shoreline, sending a spray of wet sand arcing through the air.

"'Become the old Hyunjin again'? Is that what you wanted?" His laughter tasted bitter. "That broken boy who choked on loneliness every night? The one who slept clutching a tear-soaked pillow because friendship always meant goodbye?" A sob tore through his chest. "My tears moved back in like they never left! They're my only fucking ..."

The horizon blurred as his voice rose to a scream. "When has life ever been fair to me? When will this world stop taking everything?" His fists clenched at his sides, nails biting into flesh. "Tell me! When do I get to stop hurting?"

The gulls fell silent. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

Hyunjin's whisper cut sharper than his shouts ever could:
"You warned me about 'together'... Now I'm the only one left to hear the echo."