Twin Flames
“What’s so special about turning seventeen? No one remembers anyway.”
Hana pushed aside the blanket, covering her face, staring blankly at the ceiling. She tried to visualize her day, but there’s none to look forward to, aside from her regular visit at the shelter. Saturdays were cleanup days, and she’d been scooping poop instead of ice cream on her special day. The only event she had to attend was the birthday party Kang Jun organized for her through Baekhina.
She reached out for her beeper, which had been gathering dirt on the nightstand. While her Nokia 6110 blinked nonstop.