The third day.
The third day that Roger's brother gave to Ivory.
The third day of suffocating winter, wrapped in wounds covered by the warm smile of the eldest son of the Jeon family.
The third day we spent together.
Yes, we are, because I was also invited to explore the separation of these siblings.
"Thanks"
Ivory muttered softly while wiping the tissue that I gave to her hand. The way to eat it was so messy, and again the spicy ramen broth gave off a tinge of red around his juicy lips. He looked very spicy, but still insisted on refusing to drink what his brother gave him.
"Drink, Ivory. Your lips are swollen because of the ramen broth" I scolded. But Ivory still shook his head stubbornly.
"It doesn't matter. I'm not thirsty yet" he said. He handed back the used tissue to me.
