❛ ━ꜱᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴡᴏ━ ❜ After their world went up in smoke following the heartbreaking loss of their child, Choi San and Jung Wooyoung's engagement shattered into pieces. Each day became a battle for survival in a sea of grief. Struggling to c...
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─•~❉ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ❉~•─ - ｏｎｅ ｗｅｅｋ ｌａｔｅｒ -
Late in the night, I sneaked towards the shower to freshen myself up a little bit. I was wide awake, feeling better than I had in the past week, and I wanted to take advantage of this moment before my next treatment in two weeks. Turning on the shower, I took off my clothes, folding them neatly before slipping under the warm spray of water. San was sleeping peacefully, but I knew it wouldn't be long before he woke up. I wanted to enjoy this time to myself, to gather my thoughts and strengthen my resolve.
As the warm water cascaded over me, I washed away the remnants of sleep and sweat. My hand moved over my very short hair, and I sighed, tilting my head back to let the water flow over my face. The sensation was both cleansing and invigorating. I knew I had to be strong for San and Hwa-Young, and in that moment, I felt a renewed sense of determination.
When my hair was cut short, something in me had shifted. Despite still not having much hair, I realized that San and Hwa-Young loved me for who I was, not for how I looked. Their love gave me the strength I needed to face each day.
I let the warm water envelop me, the comforting heat washing over my body, soothing the aches that lingered beneath the surface. The silence of the night, punctuated only by the steady stream of water, allowed me a moment of solitude to gather my thoughts and steel myself for the weeks ahead.
After a while, feeling cleansed and somewhat rejuvenated, I turned off the shower, the sudden silence feeling heavier, more profound. I carefully dried off, wrapping the towel around myself, and paused to look in the mirror. The person staring back at me was familiar, yet transformed by the trials of the past months. It was a reflection of both vulnerability and enduring strength.
I made my way out of the bathroom, patting my face dry with a soft towel. A contented sigh escaped my lips as I walked over to the window, drawn by the serene night outside. Stepping closer, I watched as the moon cast its gentle, silvery glow through the glass, bathing the room in a soft, peaceful light.
The quiet of the night, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city, allowed me a moment of solitude to reflect on everything. As I stood there, the moonlight seemed to wrap around me like a comforting embrace, reminding me of the constancy of the natural world amidst my own turmoil.
I leaned against the window frame, allowing myself to get lost in the tranquil beauty of the night sky. The stars were scattered like diamond dust around the moon, each one shimmering with its own light. It was moments like these that I cherished, moments that brought a sense of normalcy and calm to the rollercoaster of emotions I had been experiencing.
As I slipped back under the covers, the warmth of the bed and the rhythmic breathing of San enveloped me in a comforting cocoon. I nestled closer to him, feeling the reassuring presence of his body next to mine. The quiet of the room, coupled with the serene view I had just experienced, eased my thoughts, and I felt a gentle peace settling over me.
