we switched roles for today.
he was the one to chase after me.
– seon kyunghee, right?
he had held onto my wrist to make me stop. i guess he forgot to let go as we started walking again.
people started to stare.
he didn't mind.
as the cold autumn progressed into a freezing winter, clouds continuously infested the sky. it seemed dreadful to endure it alone.
– i guess we'll have to replace them, taeil murmured ever so gently, finishing with a small chuckle.
it startled me a little.
– what does that mean?
– the sun and the moon, in english, it sounds like our family names, don't you think?
seon kyunghee.
moon taeil.
sun and moon.
he has a point.
we keep walking, silently this time.
it was alright, though.
our footsteps, my sniffles from the frigid air, his soft sighs, and his hold on my wrist, refusing to break away,
they spoke for themselves.
