“Okay, let’s just type it down. I’ll tell him in a letter instead. Maybe that’ll help?” Youngjae said aloud, the bluish glow of the computer lighting up his face.

“I’ll just get it off my chest.”

He wasn’t sure what he was going to write, but he just typed.

Hey, Dae.

It’s been a while.

A while since I called you Dae, that is.

I saw you yesterday.

You ignored me again.

How long are you going to keep doing that?

Is it because I confessed to you?

It was a yes or no question, Dae.

You didn’t have to make is so awkward.

You didn’t have to punch me either.

Now, I wish we could go back to being friends.

If I had known that proclaiming my love to you would end up like this, I wouldn’t have said anything at all.

Stupidly, I had to open my mouth.

I wish I had kept silent.

Maybe not even friends, just acquaintances.

Not even that, will you just talk to me?

Will you acknowledge my presence?

Anything.

I miss you so much, Dae.

Anything at all.

Youngjae stared at the screen for a couple of seconds and silently pressed on the tiny red x on the right corner of the page.

The computer asked him, “Save document?”, asking him if he was really sure about it, if he was really going to just exit out.

Youngjae bitterly clicked no.