W. Hwinkong
Byul asked, stroking Wheein's little finger.
“How do you think you will feel if I leave?”
“I want to die.”
“Huh? Wheein.”
“It’s that good.”
It was a firm yet terrifying expression. Wheein leaned lightly on Byul's shoulder. Byul accepted Wheein's words.
“Wheein.”
"huh."
“Shall we break up-?”
Wheein lowered her head without saying a word. Without even being flustered, Byul stood up from the bench and looked at Wheein.
"what's the matter.."
"sorry."
Byul, who had given such a poor answer, took a step back. Wheein sobbed loudly and glanced sideways at the seat next to her where Byul had left. "That bastard, how could he do that?" Wheein returned home, feeling suffocated.
-
Unlike Wheein, Byul felt relieved. She crossed the many roads with light steps.
But why is it so frustrating?
Byul thought back to the times she had spent with Wheein. When Wheein first kissed her, when she went on a trip, when she had sex with him. Wait, this isn't right.
Star muttered a curse under her breath, as if she was angry at herself. Haa-.. Why am I doing this? I keep thinking of Wheein. I miss her.
Am I being too selfish?
Byul felt sorry for Wheein. Still, it was okay. I had Yongseon.
Still, I think I'll think of you for a moment.