phoebe,

remember when i found you on the cliff,

laying on the same ground where we kissed,

but this time,

your eyes wasn't blinking

and your heart wasn't beating?

remember when i saw your lips,

tainted with yellow

and on your hand was a toxic yellow paint

and i cried for the very first time?

remember when i saw your journal,

and figured you're desperate to be happy,

but no matter what you do,

you can't find your sunshine,

so you consumed a paint

that resembled it

in hopes of finding your happiness

and you did?

do you remember?

of course, you don't.

but i do.

jeongguk.