story 2

Wonwoo knows that to die, you don't need to cross over into the other side. To live in a world with no light, is death for him.

He sits crossed legged beneath the sycamore tree, no sun or cloud are hung in the sky. It is a perfect day to walk outside and witness the nature undressing themselves off old clothes. Seulgi would think the same. She would have stayed outside all that, it was her favourite season after all.

Wonwoo places his hand in a carved stone in front of the tree. She mentioned it thrice to bury her beneath this exact same tree, to adorn it every single year with daffodils and sunflowers and dandelion. And to talk to her, because perhaps she might hear him from up there. Seulgi and her dark humor always managed to fascinate him.

If it was five years ago, he would have laid himself in the grass and listen to the ground, wondering if she was alive down there. And weep against the wind, clutching into his face, begging for his lost half.

"You are all the bright things I wish in life, Seulgi. Still is." 

Thunderclouds, and it is Seulgi getting angry at him for not moving on.

"I am still angry at you. What do you expect me to do? You left me at the time when I was so attached to you, so in love I couldn't catch sleep until I know that you were safe-"

The rain falls and Wonwoo didn't