Fargo

“Parang-ah.” A familiar voice reached my ears. A voice so familiar, I yearned for it deeply. The sound of waves echoed from the depths of my heart. They rippled across the faintly sunset-stained surface, only to turn into foam and crumble away without a trace. I bit down on my lower lip, tasting a bitter tang. This wasn't how we were supposed to meet. A reunion with a first love that burned fiercely but left only scars. To clear up the mystery-filled misunderstanding surrounding his mother's death a dozen years ago, he began to court me, and I even cut off contact with my nameless sex partner. Amidst the confusion of this sudden reunion, to add insult to injury, my partner from a past abr...