a week had passed since I saw you and yet I still couldn't get the image of you out of my mind.
I sat at a quaint coffee shop, blatantly trying to drown all my sorrows in dark,bitter coffee.
when I told you those words by the river, I was speaking from experience.
I've been hurt too before. just like anyone else in this world.
just then, the gentle tinkling of the bell signaled a new customer.
somehow, I felt the urge to look up.
and there you were again.
you walked over with a small smile on your face.
"fancy seeing you here again." you said laughing.
"don't you think we should introduce ourselves by this time?" I said smiling.
"Aera and you are?"
"Jongdae."
YOU ARE READING
fireworks//a kim jongdae story
Short Story"our love reminds me of fireworks. " "why?" "because our love bursts and shines brightly but it always fades out in the end."
