"I can't let you go after all, Ah San."
I stepped back step by step, not knowing what to say, tears already sliding down my cheeks.
"Maybe you should let it go." I tried to make myself look less embarrassed.
"What about you? Don't you think of me, Asan?"
He seemed drunk.
I couldn't help but sob. Ah San, Ah San, how could Ah San miss this familiar voice? But thinking is useless. Thinking just punishes myself over and over again, locking me in that dark cage.
I want to be happy.
I wiped away my tears and turned around to run away.