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Younghyun, my dearest
How are things back there? It should be the season when the pears would be ready for harvest. I hope the village has a bumper harvest this year, heaven knows we could all use the extra supply of food. Is Dowoon still going on about becoming an actor? Is Wonpil still as annoying as I remember? I also hope you're receiving news about Jaehyung, I heard their campsite is a remote one.
Did you know that from afar, the rainfall of bombs that litters the night sky of Busan resembles the view we once witnessed as kids? When we would be too focused on catching bugs to notice that the sun has already set. I could almost pretend that they were fireflies instead of explosive devices. I could almost pretend that I was 10 again; muddy and sweaty from moving under the heat of the sun. I could almost pretend that I was with you again.
There isn't a day where I didn't wish to be with you, but I couldn't let them punish Mother and Hyejin. You know how desperate they are these days, I knew they wouldn't let it pass if they found out a son ran away to escape his responsibility of going to war. I'm sorry I didn't run away with you. You probably waited for a long time, I hope you didn't catch a cold while you were waiting for me in the middle of the night.
If only things were better, if only there was no war, I could've swept you under your feet and promised you the stars.
yours, always
Sungjin