22 | twenty-two
My hands are shaking. And I'm whispering because they're right outside my door.
I can't believe that this is happening.
It's been years, over a decade since I've seen even the pale shade of my skin. Has it darkened? Or is it the same?
Is any of this real?
I'll be able to see the sun in a few months, and look my parents in the eyes again?
I'll be able to move about, anywhere, on my own and be fully independent, again? Maybe even pursue my tertiary education?
I'll be able to see the angel sent down to me named Seo Changbin for the first time?
And I'll be able to draw a picture of the only discernible face in my mind, and possibly surf the internet just to find anyone with echoed features?
Not that I think it possible.
But I just cannot believe it.
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