Garam doesn’t even love Jehee; it’s all an illusion. The person who destroyed him once showed him affection, and he clung so tightly to that sense of validation that nothing feels the same anymore—nothing holds the same value— because he has taken root in the trunk of an old tree that only keeps growing downward.
Garam doesn’t even love Jehee; it’s all an illusion. The person who destroyed him once showed him affection, and he clung so tightly to that sense of validation that nothing feels the same anymore—nothing holds the same value— because he has taken root in the trunk of an old tree that only keeps growing downward.