Being born with heterochromatic pupils, I thought I would only live in this world with this little difference.
I tried my best to hide myself and just wanted to live an ordinary life with my mother in this city.
But too many unexpected unfoldings were like dominoes when I was eighteen years old, but I couldn't see the full picture of this deck of cards, it was more like a collapse.
My daily life, my emotions, everything about me were shattered by those expectations.
I had no desire for this indifferent world, let alone any desire.
But along with those things I never expected to fill my world little by little, friendship, love, hope.
More often than not, the things I don't want surround me like mist, unbearable secrets, desires, and despair.
I didn't know which of the hands I should hold.
I don't know whether the faces behind those hands are smiling, ferocious, or crying.
Intention: No matter what kind of you you are, maybe you are worthy of being loved
