Under the multi-story building, I stood there for a long time, staring up at the fifth floor, smoking occasionally. It was the floor where Donghwa lived. Because today some of their belongings in his apartment were for sale, so I came to take a look.
There was a lot of cardboard piled up in the yard. Seeing them, I became curious. So I rubbed the tip of the cigarette against the car door, then walked over to the pile of cardboard.
Hoonsik said, some of the goods would be thrown away; some would be donated and the rest would be sold, then the money from the sale would be donated either.
Out of curiosity, I crouched down and opened one of the cardboards. Inside was just a bunch of paper, a few paper clips, and a broken palaroid camera. I took a piece of paper and read it.
However, when I had just read the first few sentences, I couldn't help but smile when I found out that this was a love letter.
