kyungwon fully wakes, and the clunky and obnoxious noise of the motorcycle's engine shook the butterflies in her stomach awake as well.

and though the static signalled the end of their little act, they still sung on, and that should've meant something.

"who will save us?" in which chorong finds that both she and bomi needed saving.

For Mina, meeting Momo was like discovering the ocean after years of puddle-jumping.

pâro  n. the feeling that no matter what you do is always somehow wrong—that any attempt to make your way comfortably through the world will only end up crossing some invisible taboo —as if there’s some obvious way forward that everybody else can see but you, each of them leaning back in their chair and calling out helpfully, colder, colder, colder

Apparently, it's been proven that one is 50% more likely to survive in a group come the time of a zombie apocalypse.

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"someone tell me when i can start again and rewrite this story

"My favorite flowers are cherry blossoms," I hear her voice whisper in my head. Very familiar and comforting: a memory. The voice was gradually getting smaller, as if she was moving further away— as every other recollection of her in my mind. Just like her, in reality.