this is a story for s, who doesn’t know about it. dear s, i was honest to only you during my off-lease months, a couple nights outside. that you texted back meant very much to me. some years ago, i returned to x after a long time. t drove me. we waited outside your father’s house for an hour. he wouldn’t let you leave. i know. you’re also doing better now. when i write about eunyung, i think of you.

as teenagers, we sought story after story of characters being hurt in fantastical ways. i think about this after revisiting the no home page 3 years later and seeing the landscape of the fiction here. what i mean to say is, if even one person like s is still reading, please believe things can change. a webcomic, its fanwork, and a real person is telling you this.

s, i’ll always keep in touch, no matter how sparse our talks. lo siento por no s...