The Garden Of Words || Yoonmin

We were sitting on the park bench under that same tree. We were holding hands like it was most natural thing to do. He was staring on the ground, contemplating what to say. I squeeze his small chubby hands softly and he shifted his gaze towards me to meet my eyes. His eyes were teary and nose was slightly red which broke my heart. It forced me to think what brought us in this position..