Short story collection

It's raining

It's raining, Raewon.

When it rains, I think of you.

Not a romantic meeting in the rain,

but the makgeolli bottle we emptied at a street-side pojangmacha

and the almost-cold fish cake soup sitting in front of us, right?

What was it that upset you so much

even though you can barely drink?

You were just drinking makgeolli mechanically

and I grabbed you when you were swaying drunk

That was the start of us, wasn't it?

Looking back now, it's seriously funny,

but back then it felt like my heart was about to burst.

We kept seeing each other like that,

became lovers,

and even went through the seven-year itch,

but we got through it all, didn't we?

Like a rubber band always snapping back to where it started

even when we fought again and again,

it was still nights where we'd end up sleeping in each other's arms.

So

I can't let you go now.

The hand that held you

has already stiffened so hard I can't even open it.

So


stay with me

forever.

I love you