he puts the cigarette between his lips, inhaling the smoke as it fills his lungs. he exhales, the smoke creating a cloud covering his face briefly. he looks at the black cassette in front of him, his finger on the "PAUSE" button.
he slowly moves it over the "PLAY" button, pressing it down gently.
after that night i wanted to see you again, but without even knowing who you were i couldn't, couldn't i?
every night i went to the same bar just to see you, and there you were, sulking over that girl you told me about the first time we met. it made me upset, you know? to see you like that over a girl that used you for materialistic things.
you even compared me to her.
that hurt me a little because i would've never used you, but if i told you that you wouldn't believe me. a small sigh can be heard.
i've been through that situation before, taehyung.
he pauses the tape again. his name being said through her voice pulls at his heart. why does my chest hurt? he asks himself. he plays the tape again.
used for things that wont last, used for selfish desires, maybe that's why i liked you...because we were in a similar situation.
but it's fine, i was used to it at that point so it didn't bother me too much.
i hope with these tapes make you feel better,
then how come i have a wretched heart when i hear your voice, sojourn?
in these set of tapes i'll tell you how it felt knowing you, so you can know my perspective in every encounter we've had.
this is yoon sojourn, the girl that was used relentlessly till the end.
