Chris Bang

It's a warm Seoul spring. It's around three o'clock, cherry blossoms and lilacs are blooming everywhere, and apple trees are growing in the courtyard. The sun shines through my sunglasses, and the warmth warms my back in my white school shirt with two buttons undone. The house smells of freshly baked goods and freshly brewed coffee. Two grown women can be heard talking in the kitchen. They laugh, rubbing the bones of everyone they know together. Shoes are thrown off in the hallway, and sneakers land next to someone else's sneakers. The sneakers belonged to a guy named Chan, or Christopher. He always said, "Call him whatever you want! "

The girl sighed, dropping her backpack on the floor. Entering the kitchen, she kissed her mother on the cheek and hugged Mrs. Ban, her mother's best friend.

"Oh, darling, how you've grown! Run to the second floor, the tub is in your room," she patted the little girl on the head.

The girl sighed, pouring two glasses of water and heading to her room on the second floor of the house. She and Chan had known each other since birth, but their relationship hadn't exactly been going well. Their parents thought they were inseparable. But in reality, they fought too often and said terribly hurtful things to each other.