(Junsu) Memories, there are happy ones and sad ones. No matter what you do it will always exist somewhere within you. It can turn a once happy and cheerful child into someone cold and sad.
I wasn’t cold but the blank expression that never left my face, told people to keep away from me. It has been 8 years, 8 years and it’s still there. Always there to torture me, to remind me that it was all my fault. If it weren’t for me, we would have been a happy family, not like the way we were now.
I would be living in my own home with my parents, not with my grandmother. I would be happy like I used to be. And I wouldn’t push people away from me. Wouldn’t let myself build up a huge wall between me and the world outside. If it never happened, I wouldn’t be locked into this cold darkness, my own little world of darkness.