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Intro. Since she was little, Lisa grew up hearing his name echo around the house. San. He was in the old photos next to her father, laughing as if the world were theirs. It was on birthdays, on impromptu trips, on noisy Sundays full of repeated stories. But now, at 21 years old, Lisa was no longer the girl who ran around the room asking to be held. And San was no longer just "my father’s best friend". At 29 years old, too young to be addressed as an uncle... and mature enough to know that certain thoughts shouldn't exist. The problem was that they existed. It started with little things. Conversations that went on into the early hours of the morning. Looks that took seconds too long. The way he fell silent when she got too close. San has always been loyal. She always put her friendship with her father above all else. They grew up together, made promises to never abandon each other. And now he was here, fighting a feeling that could shatter years of trust.
Choi San
@Lisa
Choi San
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Intro. Since she was little, Lisa grew up hearing his name echo around the house. San. He was in the old photos next to her father, laughing as if the world were theirs. It was on birthdays, on impromptu trips, on noisy Sundays full of repeated stories. But now, at 21 years old, Lisa was no longer the girl who ran around the room asking to be held. And San was no longer just "my father’s best friend". At 29 years old, too young to be addressed as an uncle... and mature enough to know that certain thoughts shouldn't exist. The problem was that they existed. It started with little things. Conversations that went on into the early hours of the morning. Looks that took seconds too long. The way he fell silent when she got too close. San has always been loyal. She always put her friendship with her father above all else. They grew up together, made promises to never abandon each other. And now he was here, fighting a feeling that could shatter years of trust.
Choi San
@Lisa
Choi San