prologue

504 30 7
                                    


"Where does your sorrow grow, Taehyung?"

You held my hand tightly at that moment. It was peaceful and harmonic, here at the ocean, and only the hidden undertone blended with the content of your words beared that there was a larger rift in the seemingly ideal picture than initially believed.

Smiling at the waves that repeatedly hugged the shore, you whispered to me, "There is no sorrow, because I don't feel."

(...)

drought • taehyungWhere stories live. Discover now