Yang Jeongin

The cafeteria was silent for the first time in our lives. We grew up going there to eat cake; the place was as familiar as our own home.
We fell in love in elementary school, and we've been a couple ever since, but you've been facing a lot of obstacles, and I can't solve everything for you.

I knew everything, about the turmoil with her mother, about how much she was forced to do everything, like the clothes she wore to formal occasions, the violin lessons, and the limited food options, in order to, in her words, "stay in shape."

We were waiting for our strawberry cake, while you were comfortably lying on your side in my lap, scrolling through your phone.
Then, in the silence... I see a gap, a bruise on her thigh.
It was a purple mark, and it seemed to be just the tip; her skirt hid the rest, and it looked awful. Someone had hit you, and I could easily imagine who it was...

yes yes yes