The Clouds Feel Soft Beneath My Fingertips

Nobody knew how Si-woo felt. Life felt as if he was just watching from the sidelines. Watching other stories bloom as his slowly wilts. He didn't mind the feeling though. If it meant carrying his friend's books everyday and coming home with sore shoulders, he would do it. If it meant always being the last resort when the others weren't there, he wouldn't care. It's not like finding new friends would make the cycle stop repeating. That's until he met Jeong. The comforting smell of jasmine always lingering on him. The dimple on his cheek whenever he smiled. The way he would tear up when laughing too hard. They all made Si-woo's heart race. And he didn't understand that feeling one bit.