I’m not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me.
he was everywhere myungsoo went: in the clouds, in the ocean, in the rustling of trees and the sound of footsteps splashing through water. he was there when myungsoo dreamed, but myungsoo never saw his face. he was always turned away, sitting off on a hillside, standing beside him out of view. myungsoo couldn’t forget him, but he couldn’t quite remember him, either. it was like chasing a ghost.