d eleventh day

@ billlie_love 인스타 When the bell tolled eleven times outside, I did not cry. I did not hate you for it either. It only struck me as strange how the ones who left me behind could be wearing faces so much like my own. Violet rain seeped in through the crack beneath the door, and I listened to it for a long while. Your heartbeats were woven into the sound of it. I still remember the door closing. Even the small metallic turn of the key, I remember. You ran as you pulled it shut, and I, unable to run, was the one left behind. So you see, it was never me you were running from. It was yourselves… That is why I did not knock. This was a door locked from the inside as well. You had locked it in order to forget. (To be developed…)