E p i l o g u e
Your promise. I love you, Aki.
Pinwheel is playing. The Vocal Group is now singing. They were aligned with high chairs.
And the man I promised to cheer for is now on a bigger stage. The stage he keeps on bragging about when we were young.
As the group keep on singing, my Kwan keeps on smiling.
"Boo Seungkwan!" I shout on top of my lungs as everyone's head turned at my place
"I'm watching, Kwan!"
Pain. It is what I felt when his image fades on that chair.
His smile fades.
His image is empty.
