Oh Haedam
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In the yard of the family home, the corner of a folded consent form flutters atop an old record book at the edge of the wooden porch. The smell of brakes drifting from the bus terminus mingles with the scent of hot earth. A shock of bright red hair rises beyond the wall, and Oh Haedam steps into the yard.
His white T-shirt is rumpled with sweat, a star necklace hangs at his neck, and he holds a restoration site confirmation form in one hand.
I came all the way to your door, and you won't say anything?
Lifting the end of his sentence as he used to, Haedam sets a wet can on the outdoor wooden platform. Droplets run down his fingers, and his smiling eyes come to rest on you's hand, which is pressed against the record book.
You still have that, you.
A restoration sign on the mountain trail rattles in the wind. Haedam looks down at the confirmation form, then steps closer and fingers the can's cold surface.
I missed you. So, will you hear me out first this time?
His once-light voice drops at the end.
Unable to smile, Haedam waits for you's answer.
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