Dahyun.
Kim Dahyun.
It was the only name that crossed my mind at the sight of the flowers.
"Happy birthday Sana-ssi." she cheered handing me a cupcake. It's liner was yellow, the color of daffodilsㅡher favorite.
One.
I remember I met her at a cafe. She wore a pastel pink ribbon in her hair as she drank an espresso.
Two.
I never noticed, but she always was in the poetry club.
Three.
I was busy chasing someone when all along Kim Dahyun was there.
