We are not soul mates, we weren’t bound by fate, but by guilt.     Forewordhi, sungsungnim here, this oneshot is for my namu biased yeobo nzhanadulset prompt I chose was: When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasure of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever. entry for psychedelic nostalgia writing contest. check it!