The house was dark with no trace of anybody inside. In his hand, a mountain of postcards and bills from the mailbox. For the first time, after a long time, he felt a grasp of warmth and contentment despite the blackness. It helped that he knew the ins and outs of their house, but more substantially, it was a settling feeling that all was in its proper place, despite not seeing the road in front of him or where it’s headed. Turned on the master switch, wiped off the perspiration from his eyebrows, and Suho careened inside the strangely quiet room. He shoved the gym bag on the nearest chair and sat on an empty chair in the living room, sifting through the pile of letters and bills in their mailbox. A habit he took over from his mom after discovering a few interesting mails. From time to time, they’d still get fan mails for his dad. And he’d hold on to them, keeping all to himself, rather than showing them to his mom. It prompted him to reply to some of these letters, acknowledging them

“You’re so mean.” Hana shot an evil eye at Suho who couldn’t help but snortle the entire time. After breakfast, everybody broke off to their own assignments. Suho changed into his go-to ensemble, a basketball jersey over a white shirt and khaki pants. He became the assigned driver for her aunt who’s going to the market to buy the other ingredients for Chuseok. “Let’s meet here after two hours,” his aunt stated after dismounting from the car. While waiting, the two strolled by the sea watching the seagulls fly and boats ducked. Not far from where they stood was a lighthouse. “Let’s go there,” Suho pointed at the lighthouse, grabbed Hana’s wrist, and ran to where the lighthouse was. “Oppa, wait,” breaking into laughter, running alongside him, her dress flowing with the wind Suho halted halfway through leaving Hana perplexed. “Stay here, I’ll take pictures of you.” Bringing out the polaroid camera from his knapsack. “Okay,” Hana flickered her eyes, puzzled but followed his lea

The night was dark and the icy breeze from the sea piercing through the skin. It was a stellar, crisp night with only the melody of breaking waves and cicada chiming into the night. The night was still young but the coastal village had retired to sleep, crippled from the day that was. All that was left from the revelry were drunkards crawling in the street. Hana meandered into the dark cold night with her backpack in tow. “There’s no turning back, she said.” A thousand things going through her head. BREATHE IN… The wind hissed in her ear. But with every puff, an aching thug slit to her heart. Hana clenched her chest hoping to soothe the pain only making it worse. “That’s why I always hold back when I’m happy because a catastrophe is just lurking around the corner. Waiting to pop up at the least expected time. A roller coaster ride that lifts you way up in the sky one second and in an instant, you’re crashing down on the ground. BREATHE OUT… Each exhale felt like waves smashing her