"you weren't going to tell me?" – the north korean didn't answer, just swayed, bracing her hand on the slippery sink as you stood near the stalls, dressed in your black suit. there was not much else she could do, fatigue washed over her before she could even open the box nearby.

sae-byeok wanted to explain. to you.

however no words came out. instead she just, found herself staring intently as you tend to her, stemming flow of blood on her hip with the bloody white shirt you tore apart.