Hyun was sitting down, staring at the blank paper, wanting to cry. Nobody was reading it. Why? He thought that what he wrote might have been liked by people. That they would enjoy it.
He looked at his account and cried even more. This month, he wouldn't be able to even buy bread. That much money he had. Hyun bit his lip, trying to stay calm.
After he helped his brother, he decided to wait for Shan to come back and write at that point. He opened the platform and saw only two people added his novel to liked. Then, depression crept on him because of it. Was he and his novel so worthless that no one read them?
His phone chimed with a message, but he ignored it. Placed his legs up on the hair and hugged them. It was a bit soothing, but he still felt too down.
Another chime… He had no mood for others. Without looking at who was writing to him, he turned the entire phone off and laid his head on the table, breathing out.