Can You Hear Me ― Kim Jongin

t h i r t y

The leaves were dancing to the melodies of the wind and the two walked side by side on the chilly evening. Tightly holding onto his jacket, Jongin looked around to deduct towards where she's bringing him to. As the familiar scenery comes to his sight, he was sure that his thoughts were on the right path.

Arriving at the graveyard, she sat on the wooden bench and looked at the grave next to his grandfather's. Sitting next to her, his eyes followed her gaze and he was now looking at the same grave as she did.

"That is my cousin. She was my best friend and we used to do everything together. I never questioned this flaw that I had because she would make me feel better despite I'm different from everyone. Well, I never questioned it until the day she died."

"What made you change?"

"Like you, when things happen we would change. If it wasn't for me not having a voice, she might still be breathing right now."