jesus fucking christ

idk how many times i’ve reread this, i was 13/4 when i first actually finished the story. for a time, i was insanely obsessed with the manhwa (literally couldn’t stop thinking about it for 2 years- even made my own shell/eric keychains because there wasn’t merch of them). Now that it’s been 4 years, revisiting this again as an adult feels so… nostalgic. so bittersweet. Despite everything, the story still remains irreplaceable within my heart— i’ll read through this again, and every single time I’ll manage to find something about it that’ll keep me up for the next few nights; i don’t think i’ll be able to read through the series without crying. Despite everything, it’s still me.

Thank you, blood bank, for giving me something to live for during quarantine