"Don't hate me, Jihoon. Don't you dare hate me."
— ❝“Hatred, is way beneath me. Despise is closer to my heart.” Words are followed by a bitter grin, the fleeting tap of fingertips against his own thigh and a dismissing shake of his head. It has been a while since they last met and as time has passed by, leaving the world with fading colors and darkening skies, the spread of ice within the marrow of his bones has quickened. Perhaps, love has found its way back into his life. But on the other hand, it will never be enough. Or so he supposes. Somber as such a truth is, he has indeed come to embrace it. “But how could I ever hate you, sestra?” It is a rhetorical question and he leaves no room for any answer. “ I’ll simply judge your choices. Seems to me that you easily abide the will of someone else instead of allowing your heart to guide you. I mean, is this really what you want? Or are you simply doing it for the sake of appeasing our brute of a father? ”
