Dongyu suddenly let out a feather-like laugh that carried a sigh with it.
"Don't you… want to see me?"
I didn't move. I lifted my gaze to the door again, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't muster the courage to open it.
It had been eight years.
Dongyu, we haven't seen each other for eight years, but I've always been trapped in your world and never managed to escape.
How am I supposed to face you?
Am I to confront your happiness and witness you holding the hand of another woman, walking down the aisle of the church, taking your vow of lifetime commitment before the priest?
Time had not only worn down our youth, it had also worn down the courage of my youth.
It was hard for me to imagine how I used to hold him, forced a kiss on him, coerced him into loving me, and even brazenly asked him if I could break the bond of our ties to be with him, if I let the blood out of my body.
