our plan was almost finalized; every single scenario that popped into our heads, we had a solution to.
we were to leave the second we graduated, which was approaching alarmingly.
taeil could drive, he just wasn't allowed to. he was to go to school and come back home, no matter what.
at least, that's what his father declares.
his mum had been dead for years now, i never knew. it seemed as if it was kept secret. i don't even remember an announcement in the newspaper.
i think about all this as i wander to school with him by my side, new bruises and my hand carefully holding his.
somehow, he's still smiling, with that spring in his step and the familiar melody he hums all the time. i asked him what song it was; he never answered, simply grinned.
i could ask him why, but it'd be useless.
he probably doesn't have an answer either.
moon taeil, such a wonder.
