YOSEOB POV

He can't find me here.

Right? 

I can't sleep. 

He's here. Oh god, he's here. He's in Seoul, and so I'll just stay in Blithe for the rest of my life. I'll sleep on the couch. I can't. He can't be here. Why is he here? Why can't he just move on, live his life?

Why me?

I can't sleep; I can just sit here, staring out the window at the darkness, wishing and hoping that he won't find me. Hoping that I won't see his eyes, his hair, his smile, because I did love him. 

I loved him, and maybe I still do. But even if I don't, I'm not free. I'm never going to be free. When you love someone, you can let go. You can move on, love someone else. But you can never truly forget them. You can never truly wipe them from your mind. There still was something, and it can almost never turn into nothing. Over time, it gets smaller, but never disappears entirely. 

I don't miss him, what he became. But I do miss who he was before. I love who he was before. And sometimes, I could still see that, that side of him that I love. 

I'm defenseless, against him. He has too much power over me, and I'm so afriad. I'm so afraid. 

I don't leave Blithe the next day. I laugh, I talk, I try to hide it. I try to convince myself that I'm safe, that I'm safe in Blithe. 

I hope I'm right.

IM SORRY

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