“No question who picked it out—mothers have a way of armoring their sons against the wrong battles. I've already heard that this new one's from Busan, where winter means rain more than snow.
His eomma probably went to some department store, fingering wool blends and thinking of her sweet boy heading to the frozen north. She couldn't know that the cold here isn't about weather—it's in the practice room mirrors, in the silence after the monthly evaluations, in the space between making it and going back home.”
This whole description is just absolute fire, and I’m only one chapter in and so emotionally invested.
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Emotionalsupportsandwiches on Chapter 1 Sun 16 Mar 2025 03:45AM UTC
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