The sunlight resembles you

Things that reach us without us having to say anything

The day passed like that, and it was time to leave school.

As the sun began to set, Eun-ah Lee was still sitting at her desk.

The classroom was quiet after all the students had left, and the sunlight increasingly leaned against the window, casting long shadows.

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Hey, here! Give it to me!

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No, what are you doing lol

A faint laughter could be heard outside the window.

Eun-ah looked out the window and smiled faintly.

박지민

Hey, pass me!

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Of course, we have to acknowledge Park Jimin's basketball skills.

About five boys were playing basketball on the basketball court in the playground.

Among them was Park Jimin, who Eun-ah likes.

박지민

Oh, it's hard...

박지민

Let's go drink some water. Our clothes are all wet.

Jimin played the game, running around the basketball court until his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Jimin's appearance holding the basketball seemed a little different than usual, but his smiling face was as pretty as always.

That's why Eun-ah likes Jimin.

Eun-ah carefully took out a small notebook from her bag.

Sky blue cover, slightly crumpled corners.

This is a notebook filled with poems I wrote down whenever I thought of Eun-ah.

Inside, unspoken feelings were quietly written down.

이은아

'When I see that child smile, I smile too. Even without saying a word, my day becomes warmer.'

Eun-ah drew Jimin's back like a small doodle under that sentence.

Sitting, looking out the window. Elbows propped on the desk, chin resting lightly.

Such an ordinary appearance.

How much time has passed?

The sun had already set long ago.

Just then someone opened the classroom door.

Eun-ah quickly closed her notebook and raised her head.

박지민

Are you still in the classroom?

It was Jimin.

A hat was loosely placed on his head, and a basketball was held in his hand.

I guess he came up to the class after playing basketball with his friends.

이은아

Ah... yeah. I was just going to leave for a bit, but it's already this late.

Jimin nodded and headed to his seat.

He took out his earphones from his bag, laid them down on the desk, and plugged in only one end.

Then I look out the window again.

Eun-ah thinks for a moment, then silently puts the notebook in her bag and prepares to leave.

But when she stood at the door, Jimin's voice caught her attention.

박지민

When you write poetry, who do you think of?

Ah.. I thought Jimin would notice.

Eun-ah stopped, holding the doorknob.

I turned my head to look at Jimin, but Jimin didn't say anything.

이은아

...there is always the same person.

No other words were added.

이은아

See you tomorrow, I'll go first.

Eun-ah leaves a small greeting for Jimin and opens the door and goes out.

Jimin also quietly got up not too long later.

Without realizing it, I look at the seat where Eun-ah was sitting.

Then I thought.

I wish that person were me