
This was beautiful. I am not disappointed at all by the ending, and I think it’s both heartbreaking and phenomenal that all that work lead to him inheriting J’s pain. Stuck in a cycle, over and over, again and again. I loved how J always got the last laugh, but Makto never stopped fighting. I need another story like this, quick!
I’ve spent so many years never relating to any characters. All of them too cheery, or too dramatic, too stupid in love. And then Seo and his inner monologue came about, his fussy personality meant to keep people at a safe distance. His fear of vulnerability. His desperation to avoid pain. And I saw myself for the first time, and felt such sadness.
Same