Playing by Myself

Seeing Hyunwoo off went well enough, but...

Hmm. There's nothing much to do.

When I actually look at my phone, there's no internet, and the only things I can look at are the photos I've taken myself.

At least I have my text messages with Hyunwoo, but we haven't really had much of a conversation over text, so there aren't many.

And I'd already taken and sent a new photo earlier...

The one saving grace is that the black dress I usually wear had dried today, so I could change into it.

"......"

I sit motionless on the sofa for a while, staring intently at the clock.

I pray for time to pass quickly, but the hands barely move. Before long, even the endless waiting wears me out, and I turn away.

Hyunwoo's working hard right about now, isn't he...