Seoha's POV
The smell that surrounds me is unlike anything I've experienced before in a long time now.
It reminds me of my life before everything fell apart, happy songs, guitar and rain by the mountain side.
'Seoha-ya, be like the river, don't withhold, only give' grandma's voice says and I kick the rock into the river.
'Mom, don't tell him things like that, he'll grow up being like…him' mom says and I really don't understand, who is 'him'?
'Like that, there is nothing wrong with being soft and yielding, strong is soft too' grandma says and pats my head, seven years old and confused, I lean into her gentle hand, I want to be strong too.
'Son, don't listen to grandma' mom says and throws a rock from the nearby mountain into the water.
A single tear slides down the side of my face as I wake up with a shudder, I gulp and the action hurts, my throat is dry from hours of crying and begging for the door to be opened.
Begging my…owner to have mercy on me.
