My Stars Say Your Name | WOOSAN

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A week later, Wooyoung and San found themselves in a large hall, surrounded by other survivors of the Jamsil Stadium incident. The atmosphere was tense, thick with unspoken emotions. Faces filled with anger, pain, and disgust turned towards the front of the room where the disgraced politician was being escorted in.

The room fell silent as the politician, now gaunt and broken, stood before the assembly of survivors. His eyes were downcast, unable to meet the gaze of those he had wronged.

A man in the front row, his face etched with years of suffering, stood up and pointed a trembling finger at the politician. "Do you remember me?" he shouted. "You took my wife and my children! I lost everything because of you!"

The politician flinched but said nothing, his silence only fueling the anger in the room.

An elderly woman, her voice quivering with rage, spoke next. "My granddaughter was only seven. Seven! She was so excited to see San perform. You destroyed her dreams, her future. How do you live with yourself?"

Wooyoung and San exchanged glances, their own pain mirrored in the eyes of those around them. Wooyoung clenched his fists, feeling the anger boiling inside him.

A young man, barely in his twenties but with eyes that had seen too much, stepped forward. "I was there with my friends. None of them made it. Do you know what it's like to wake up and find out you're the only one left? To carry that guilt and sorrow every single day?"

The politician finally looked up, his eyes red and wet with tears. "I...I never meant for this to happen," he stammered. "I was just trying to secure my position, to make more money... I didn't know it would lead to this."

His words were met with a chorus of angry shouts. "Liar!" "Coward!" "Murderer!"

San, feeling the weight of the moment, stood and faced the politician. "You stole our lives, our futures. Because of you, we were robbed of our dreams and our loved ones. Your greed knew no bounds, and now you must face the consequences."

Wooyoung, unable to hold back any longer, stood beside San. "My parents died because of you. I was left infertile, unable to ever have a family of my own. You took away my ability to dream, to hope. How do you expect us to forgive you?"

The politician whispered, " The stadium collapse wasn't a part of my plan. I didn't mean for it to happen."

Wooyoung moved forward and grabbed the man by his collar. San stood nearby. Wooyoung spoke angrily, tears falling down his face as his words laced with venom, " Plan?! You sick and evil piece of shit! What did all those innocent people do to you? People lost their loved ones. Entire families, wiped out of existence. Women widowed, children orphaned, men loosing their families, you ended whole bloodlines. 700, 000! That's how much lives ended! There could be even more. Survivors fell into years of coma. Life moved on without them. They were lost in a trance, lost years of their lives and all you say that you didn't mean for it to happen?!"

The politician's shoulders sagged under the weight of their accusations. "I... I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know it's not enough, but I truly am sorry."

A woman, clutching a photo of her lost family, stepped forward. "Sorry? Sorry doesn't bring back my husband and children. Sorry doesn't heal the wounds you've inflicted on all of us."

The room was filled with the sounds of sobs and angry murmurs. The survivors' stories, their pain, their loss, all poured out in a torrent of words and tears. Each testimony was a knife to the politician's heart, a reminder of the lives he had shattered.

As the session drew to a close, the judge overseeing the proceedings spoke. "Your punishment will be severe. You will spend the rest of your life in solitary confinement, reflecting on the lives you've destroyed. And every year, you will be brought before the survivors to hear their stories, to face the consequences of your actions."