Skinny Love
Description
Whenever I see him, I feel like there's an imaginary catapult pulling me behind. Every move further away from him makes each step harder and harder to take before at last, it jolts me up in the air for a free fall. I don't know where to land, when to, moreover whether or not he'll be there to catch me. I wonder if this is what people call as "falling in love".
Foreword
If giving people false impression about yourself is a skill, then Yerim must have been a pro all these times. With long hairs that would cover the sides of her face when she walks, along with the cold manner she puts on toward people around her, she manages so well to make herself unreachable. Little did she know, that someone had been longing to reach her as much as she secretly longed to get reached.
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