. . I keep thinking there is nothing left in me to break. Then I wake up and break all over again. Yet somehow, I’m never broken. I survive. [...]
July 20, 2017
. . Her kiss tasted like winter, and I knew the seasons had changed and things would never be the same again. Spring wouldn’t come this time. . .
July 18, 2017
. . You know what? I‘ll kiss you so often, you’ll get nothing done. . . —
July 17, 2017
. . I know I don’t love her anymore. . .
March 5, 2017
. In related story with: cœur . The faint smell of Lilac filled her soul with hope. . .
March 1, 2017
. cœur [basaha-vers] . He is too kind to apply to kill me. . .
February 25, 2017
. . Don’t kill her—or stab her with your cultery’s knife. . .
February 21, 2017
. . I wanted him to watch me kill myself. . .
February 19, 2017
. . “This is because you didn’t kill yourself today.” . .
February 18, 2017
. . “Welcome home, Han Cheonsa.” . .
February 6, 2017