[Short Story Collection] "Miss" You

String Along [Jimin]

Hope Advisor Jimin

Something faint caught his eye through the window, where thick fog was gently settling.

I opened the door without hesitation and there was nothing there, as if it were a given.

He only now realized that his sigh, filled with disappointment, was cooling down.

It wasn't her who was loitering in front of the door... It was another winter I would have to spend without her.

He chuckled and laughed, as if he found himself funny.

I feel like a retard.. Me too, really..

The place to find you is not the foggy window

This picture frame is full of dust that has settled like fog.

He muttered and repeated, then stared blankly out the foggy window again.

His hair was disheveled. His face was dull, but his eyes somehow shone.

Her light was still in his shining eyes.

That's right.

He... no, they were trapped. Unable to reach each other.

In a worn-out picture frame.

And in a deep despair that I could barely show my face...

Short story_by.God Jimin