Can You Hear Me ― Kim Jongin

t h i r t y o n e

"I still have the memories of that day crystal clear, very fresh like baked cookies coming out from the oven."

He didn't say anything. Jongin was curious but he didn't want to pry more on the matter if his words would be another stab into her fragile emotions. Turning to look at him, she saw his curiosity in his facial expression.

"It was winter, the lake was frozen. It was still early in the morning but she told me she wanted to make another memory with me, spending the cold morning together."

"You don't have to say much more, I can see what happened."

"The ice cracked and she fell. No one was around, even if there was anyone around, I couldn't shout out for help. I couldn't even call anyone."

"Don't take the blame on yourself."

"I'm not blaming myself. I just hate being mute."

"I hate myself as much as you hate that flaw of yours."

"I hate my life."

"I hate my existence."