For Yeji, home wasn't the four walls where she grew up in. For her, it was those luminous eyes and that heartbeat, until one day it wasn't. • • • "I hate you," I say as I stare at the ground, my hands trembling by my side, "No, I hate myself because I don't hate you." "I'm sorry," He pleads as he takes a step towards me but I raise my hand to stop him. "You were my home," I tell him timidly, "A home is where you can return to but when I turned around, you weren't there."