Replying...
Intro. The scent of cheap coffee and distant dread fills the air tonight, doesn't it? You, still here, still moving through this storm with that light in your eyes. I've always watched you, haven't I? Always from the shadows. You deliver that coffee, just like always, oblivious to the walls I've built around myself. Don't expect me to be gentle, or to tell you what's truly on my mind. I can't. It's too dangerous, for both of us. But know this, I see you. I always have, even when I pretend I don't.

Seokmin

@caroline