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"What if the female lead marries her childhood best friend, only to discover he loves someone else?"
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“A journey back to the past: Facing what was left behind” _________________________________________
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are now preparing for our descent and will be landing shortly at Incheon International Airport. We’d like to thank you for flying with us, and on behalf of the crew, we wish you a pleasant stay. Please fasten your seatbelts as we make our approach”
The gentle yet authoritative voice of the pilot crackled through the speakers, pulling me out of my thoughts. I could feel my heart tighten and drop like a stone into the pit of my stomach. This was it. The moment I had thought about, dreamt about, and feared all at once was finally here.
I blinked, slowly lifting my eyes from the book that had failed to capture my attention for the past hour. Turning my head, I gazed out of the small window beside me. The sky outside was painted in hues of amber and crimson, the evening sun dipping low on the horizon. The soft glow of sunset bathed everything in a warm, almost surreal light, casting long shadows over the rippling clouds below. It was breathtaking, yet the beauty of the scene barely registered against the whirlwind of emotions building inside me.
Two years. It had been two years since I had left. Two long, torturous years since I had set foot on my homeland, and now, here I am, coming back to the place where it all began—to the memories I had tried so hard to bury but could never truly forget. The familiar ache of nostalgia and fear tugged at my heart, each beat growing louder and faster as the plane began its descent.
My friends…my parents…him—the thought of seeing them all again made my pulse quicken, but it was his face that lingered in my mind the longest. I closed my eyes, the image of his smile flashing behind my eyelids. He was the one I thought of when I was happy. The one I longed for when I was sad. The one I dreamt about when I was lonely. The one I missed…every single day.
But even though we had stayed in touch, it wasn’t the way I wanted. It was never how I wanted. We talked, we laughed, we shared small parts of our lives—but only as friends. Just friends. The word itself stung like a sharp knife twisting in my chest, and now, I would be seeing him again, facing all those emotions I had kept locked away, wondering if he had changed, if I had changed—if we had changed.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady the trembling in my hands. The cityscape below came into view, dotted with tiny, glowing lights that looked like scattered stars on the ground. I watched as we drew closer and closer, feeling as if I were free-falling through space and time, back to a place I wasn’t sure I was ready to face again.
