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« Just being alive, watching the sun rise over glittering snowy hills—that is the greatest treasure on Earth. »
« We waste our childhoods wishing to grow up, and once we’re grown, we spend our whole lives trying not to grow old. »A crumpled pack of Rothmans lay in my jacket pocket. I pulled out one cigarette, feeling the familiar weight in my fingers. The smoke entered my lungs heavily; I didn’t even want to cough—I lacked the strength for that too. I just stood under the entrance canopy, watching water drip from the roof. The smoke was sharp and bitter, scratching my throat, yet this discomfort felt pleasant, familiar.
« Autumn is the season when lonely people warm their frozen hearts with cigarette smoke. »I climbed up to my apartment. The key creaked in the lock, and the door opened with its characteristic click. The room resembled a junkyard. Crumpled shirts lay piled high on a chair; crumbs, some crumpled papers with drawings and school notes, and teetering stacks of books covered the table. On the dresser sat a forgotten cup of cold tea—the physical embodiment of chaos inside a madman’s head. I had neither the desire nor the energy to clean up. I was too lazy even to sit down. So I remained standing in the hallway, still fully dressed. My mind felt both empty and heavy at the same time. Just exhaustion. The kind where thoughts become viscous and slow, autumn presses down, rain taps relentlessly. All I needed was to lie down, but even walking to the bed felt like too much effort.
« You are only lonely when you have time for it. »In moments like these, loneliness pressed down ever more heavily. It felt as burdensome as a wet blanket. Sitting on the edge of the bed, watching raindrops slide down the windowpane, I realized that the entire world had shrunk to the size of this room, to a smoldering cigarette, and to an endless, viscous desire simply to fall asleep and not wake up until autumn ended.
« What you believe in becomes your world. »
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You are my angel 🖤
«Любовные отношения — это последствия совокупности химических реакций, из-за которых появляется привязанность и желание получать и отдавать заботу. Это обязательства, которые сковывают меня, и это совместное будущее, что зависит от бесконечного множества переменных, если, конечно, отрицать существование судьбы. Я отрицаю, — искренне отвечает Тэхён. — Сексуальное влечение можно испытывать и удовлетворять, не находясь в отношениях. А для заботы о себе мне не нужны посторонние люди. — Иногда я поражаюсь тому, насколько узко ты мыслишь, — выдыхает Чонгук.»«Когда-нибудь любовь сломает твою логику, и ты поймешь»
