'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.'
Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be.
In a world...
'And he said: It's supposed to be fun Turning twenty-one'
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"What do you want from me?"
Sohee's voice was sharp, wary.
Wonwoo let out a slow breath through his nose. He finally turned, his gaze meeting hers under the dimming sky. Sohee stood stiffly by the doorway, arms crossed, a flicker of hesitation behind her usually guarded expression.
"I want the truth," he said simply. "Everything. About Miyeon."
Sohee's fingers clenched slightly against her arm, "And if I don't tell you? Dhe trusted me and I can't break it just because you say so."
"You will." Wonwoo's voice didn't waver. "Because you know I won't take a single lie. And because I think you want someone who knows about everything to know, too."
She inhaled sharply looking away, just slightly, but it was enough for him to catch it.
For a long moment, she didn't speak. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, the tension almost suffocating. She looked away, biting the inside of her cheek, as if debating whether this was a mistake.
But deep down, she knew.
Wonwoo wasn't just Miyeon's best friend. He was probably the only one left who might be able to help.
And so, with a quiet, resigned breath, Sohee stepped forward taking the place next to him on the terrace railing.
"Fine," she said, "But you better be ready for the whole truth."
Wonwoo didn't say anything but the determination in his eyes was the same burning in Sohee's.
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Birthdays used to mean everything to Miyeon.
Whether it was her own or someone she loved, she always made sure they felt special-presents wrapped with care, surprises planned down to the last detail, laughter filling the air like confetti.
But that was a long time ago.
After everything she had lost, after all the pain that seemed to pile on with each passing year, Miyeon had come to see birthdays for what they truly were: just another day closer to the inevitable end. What was the point of celebrating a day that only marked the slow march toward death?
