a new bruise appeared.
i realized as we were walking to school that morning.
i hated this.
– let's run away.
– but-
– you won't have to go through all this, i said, gesturing to his purple wrist.
– what about-
– me?? i have to go with you. we wouldn't individually survive, would we?
he shook his head, staring at the ground.
i sighed, ran my fingers through his hair, held his fingers (to avoid the bruise) and we kept walking in silence.
– just- when do you think he's gonna stop? will he ever stop?
his breaths became shaky as he lowered his head. i rub his back, it's all i could do.
we're already late, after all.
let it out, love.
you'll be alright, moonlight.
you've got to do something, taeil.
what could i even say in a moment like this?
i didn't have to, though.
– yeah... let's run away, kyunghee.
