The Fourth Tale

This was ridiculous. He needed to get out of here. Out of this crammed place. The dense atmosphere killed him. He couldn't take it.

He ran out into the clean air of the night. He ran as fast as his legs would take him. 

The cold wind hit his red cheeks and blew his fringe back. He hated that. 

No. She hated that. She hated revealing her forehead. 

He forced his legs harder. 

He made it. 

The moon reflected in the blue sea. 

He found her. He called her name. She looked up.

Her eyes widened. Tears had filled them up. She tried to hide it. 

He wrapped his arms around her small body. She clutched onto his shirt. 

"I'm sorry, I'm late." He her thin hair. 

She choked up. "Youngjae, you fool."