flashback: Goodbye Summer
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The songs of cicadas have died. The heat from the previous season that swept the whole nation had faded. Sooner than expected, vacation has come to an end. Day by day, ever so swift like a collection of sand falling in between cracks of his palm. It was too late when Jaerim grasped the beginning and end.
Whilst the young teenager standing in front of his friend’s house wearing his freshly bought and ironed high school uniform. His back pressed by his luxurious brand of bag and looking down, his feet was covered by his old black shoes. Why old? If a friend would ask; Jaerim will respond—just because.
“Just because”
The few knock on the door rang no relevance for there’s no one in that house other than his friend—Eunjoo. Like his father who is always away for work, his childhood friend had lived her childhood almost alone. Ever so busy parents who have no time to take care of their little ones. Jaerim would often inquire his own little mind. Why bother make a child?
“Why?”
He invited his self inside the house he’s so familiar with. His eye sneaked a peak in every corner of the building until he reached the hallway to her room. Small steps grew big—as the once cheerful lad breed into now they called a ‘man’ whilst he would correct.
“I’m still young.”
He knocked on the door, pretty useless he thought; before he poked his head in between the cracks of the entrance. “Are you ready? We’re almost late” He uttered with his fresh brass voice; lowered as he aged. “Eunjoo” He called her again albeit for the second time, his voice caught in his throat. As if his adam’s apple has mingled in between breaths and voice.
There he saw her. The ever so beautiful her—Eunjoo. All grown up, a lady they called. Whilst he would correct.
“We are still young. So young”