here's the thing: when you're an avid enjoyer of flavored air, for the better & kinder choice of words to describe it, the capacity of your lungs gets appropriately halved, flag at half mass for the beauty of a breath that once was. it is task of sisyphus, what jaewon does; the inhale and subsequent exhale into plastic, his lack of general knowledge how to do it, images of his father doing it for him and his sister like a slideshow playing out at the back of his mind. a memory and nothing more, leaving him shrouded in frustration.
seconds seep through, and the feeling that's gathered inside him comes to its culminative point. jaewon takes the half-empty floatie and hurls it away to side, without looking twice if it's hitting the ground, or an unassuming innocent. following that, he lays down, bare skin meeting the hot sand underneath him with a thud!; covering his eyes from the sunlight with the palms of his hands.
"fuck this, man."
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