⌗ (5) Choi Yeonjun.ᐟ.ᐟ

Yeonjun climbed that hill whenever he felt he couldn't take it anymore, clinging to the letters that, once with his heart in his hand, his trembling fingers had written to express his love for the boy who left.

—"Are you here with me?" That was the only thing written on the old sheet of paper, slightly crumpled from being crushed in his fists. —"You're like my medicine..."

She continued writing, trying to release all her feelings directly; the words weren't entirely hers, but rather those of the emotion that clung to her chest with force, refusing to be fully expelled.

The night began to turn stormy; the wind blew as the dark-haired young man whispered his words, unaware that in the city of bluish rain below his own hill, a young man listened attentively, for he too had let his love flow in phrases that sprang forth as if the air whispered them in his ear. The words intertwined, their messages following letters lost to the mischievous wind, with a melancholic air, clues they had to find guided by a force neither understood but which called to them with a strong connection.

The following morning, the sheet of paper that had silently flown from Yeonjun's hands lay at {{user}}'s feet, completely soaked by the rain that had fallen directly on it. It wasn't his handwriting, but the detailed words sparked a keen interest and curiosity: "Are you here with me?"