Ye Jun
I didn't sleep. Not even for five minutes. My eyes felt like someone had rubbed sandpaper on them all night and then poured lemon juice in, and every single bite and bruise Si Woo left on me was throbbing like a reminder I didn't ask for.
I sat on the edge of my bed in the dark, staring at the wall like it owed me, then finally dragged my ass up around four in the morning because if I stayed there any longer I was either going to scream or start crying again and I was done with both. Done. That was the word I kept repeating in my head like a chant while I pulled out the old duffel bag I'd hidden under my bed for months. Essentials only, I told myself. Underwear, a couple shirts, the jeans that didn't have his scent all over them yet, my phone charger, the stack of cash I'd been skimming from my allowance for the last year because yeah, even I knew this day might come. My ID. That was it. No photos, no stupid souvenirs, nothing that would make me look back.
