7 parts Ongoing ❊ 𝗙𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ❊
❛ ━━━━━ With the ocean breeze silencing us, we remained strangely unperturbed. She and I sat still against the moving waves, staring at the same inconstant moon she had referenced earlier. But then something about gazing at the twilit sky stirred a familiar sentiment and prompted the cynicism I had carried for nine long years.
"I don't understand how people can easily forget the person they once claimed to love."
From afar, the tintinnabulation of church bells chimed, lending a delicate contrast to her next words, which contradicted my belief that I might've offended her: "Whoever said you can forget when you can remember, even if you choose to move on, Tae?"
The comfort of her smile wrapped around me like orchids blooming in early spring, tying me to the night for the next two months of summer.
I inhaled sharply. ━━━━━ ❜
Kim Taehyung, a 22-year-old intern at Seoul Art Gallery, experiences a waver in his opinions toward life and love after differing them with the perceptions of a specific woman he met in France.
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