CALL ME • MYUNG JAEHYUN - Chapter 21: Chapter 21
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I teach now.
Literature, of all things.
Funny, isn't it? That the boy who once skipped class to chase shadows now stands at the front of a room, talking about metaphors and heartbreaks he understands too well.
Sometimes I assign the students letters.
Write something you'll never send.
They roll their eyes. Complain. Laugh.
But some of them cry when they write.
And I never ask why.
Because I know.
I still visit her every week.
The cemetery's quieter in the mornings.
Like the world hasn't yet remembered how to move on.
Her gravestone's clean. Hyejin comes by, too.
She still cries on some days.
So do I.
But we're living.
The way she asked us to.
There's a bench not far from her grave.
I sit there with my phone.
Sometimes reading old texts.
Sometimes writing new ones I'll never send.
|The sunrise looked like you today.
|It's raining, are you okay up there?
|I saw someone trip and laugh it off, and I thought of you.
One night, I typed:
|It's been 1,099 days, and I still don't know how to stop missing you.
But I didn't delete it.
Because some feelings don't have an end.
They just learn how to live beside you.
At the bottom of my messages app, there's a pinned chat.
No replies. No read receipts. Just her name.
And I leave it there.
Not because I think she'll answer-
But because a part of me still wants to be the boy she could call.
Even now.
Especially now.
And maybe that's what love really is.
Not the grand gestures or perfect endings.
But staying-
even when there's no one left to hear you say,
"Call me."
Literature, of all things.
Funny, isn't it? That the boy who once skipped class to chase shadows now stands at the front of a room, talking about metaphors and heartbreaks he understands too well.
Sometimes I assign the students letters.
Write something you'll never send.
They roll their eyes. Complain. Laugh.
But some of them cry when they write.
And I never ask why.
Because I know.
I still visit her every week.
The cemetery's quieter in the mornings.
Like the world hasn't yet remembered how to move on.
Her gravestone's clean. Hyejin comes by, too.
She still cries on some days.
So do I.
But we're living.
The way she asked us to.
There's a bench not far from her grave.
I sit there with my phone.
Sometimes reading old texts.
Sometimes writing new ones I'll never send.
|The sunrise looked like you today.
|It's raining, are you okay up there?
|I saw someone trip and laugh it off, and I thought of you.
One night, I typed:
|It's been 1,099 days, and I still don't know how to stop missing you.
But I didn't delete it.
Because some feelings don't have an end.
They just learn how to live beside you.
At the bottom of my messages app, there's a pinned chat.
No replies. No read receipts. Just her name.
And I leave it there.
Not because I think she'll answer-
But because a part of me still wants to be the boy she could call.
Even now.
Especially now.
And maybe that's what love really is.
Not the grand gestures or perfect endings.
But staying-
even when there's no one left to hear you say,
"Call me."
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