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i opened my eyes

temperature colder than the hinges of hell

to see abeoji holding my cold hand

i flinched from the skinship that I had with the last person that I'll ever love

he isn't my abeoji

he's a murderer, abuser, monster, the spawn of Satan

tears welled up in his eyes and began rolling down his cheeks like rivulets

but I still did not give any reaction

none at all

i hated him more than I hate myself for

not saving halmeoni

i feel so tired haha

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