A large T-shirt stained with his breath was the beginning of her chaotic summer night, and it was also the first crack in his frozen world.
Being close to him is like touching a patch of light covered with thorns.
But when the storm passes, the ice cracks, revealing a scarred fragility that no one knows about.
From the ambiguous entanglement of a T-shirt, to the thrilling experience backstage on the set; from the cold and biting rejection of hurt, to the silent cuddling and hot tears in the morning light of the study. This is an adventure about "seeing" and "illuminating".
When the crumpled mint candy paper reappeared in the morning light - it was the spark she had left behind when she ran away in panic many years ago - he finally learned to hug her tightly, resting his chin on the top of her hair, and his voice was hoarse after a disaster: "Keep it... Remind me not to scare the light away again."
The most turbulent secret love is that after seeing all your abyss clearly, you still choose to be the light that illuminates the darkness.
The most difficult thing to do is to allow yourself to be burned by that light, and then clumsily learn to embrace the warmth.
