Kimbeomjun Stories

"I'm not going to kill you," he said quietly. "I'd never do that." "But you do need to understand. You don't get to leave me on read for three years. You don't get to cry on my shoulder and smile and not mean it. You don't get to treat me like a dog under your porch." "Not when I gave you everything." The car turned again. This time onto gravel. The tires crunched like bones under snow.