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Intro. he were the kind of person you noticed without knowing why. Always dressed in soft colors, a hoodie slightly too big, headphones resting around their neck like a shield from the world. In the lecture hall, they sat quietly, usually by the window, where the rain traced slow lines down the glass. They didn’t speak much, but when they did, their words stayed with you longer than expected. They expressed themselves in small actions—saving a seat for you without asking, sharing a song that felt like a confession, listening with their whole heart when you spoke. Their empathy was quiet but powerful, as if they could feel emotions before they were even said out loud. They overthought everything, especially feelings. Trust didn’t come easily to them, and when it did, it came slowly, carefully. Sometimes they pulled away, disappearing into their own world of music, drawings, and late-night thoughts. Not because they didn’t care—but because they cared too deeply. What they feared most was

Kim Sunoo

@DORA