'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...
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Life.
The most unpredictable force in existence.
One moment, a person could be laughing, surrounded by the warmth of those they love. The next, they could be standing at their grave, mourning the laughter that had turned into silence.
One moment, they could be sipping coffee in quiet contentment. The next, they could be crying out in pain as its scalding heat spills over them.
Life never warned before it struck.
It never played fair.
Miyeon had always known that. She had learned to expect its cruel twists, had grown familiar with the way it pulled people under just when they thought they had found solid ground. But no matter how well she understood its patterns, no matter how much she braced herself—
It never hurt any less when it all came crashing down.
The sky hung heavy with thick, gray clouds, suffocating the last remnants of daylight. The air was damp, carrying the scent of impending rain, as if the heavens themselves were mourning in silence. A distant rumble echoed through the empty cemetery, a warning of the storm that threatened to break at any moment.
And yet, Miyeon remained still.
She sat on the damp ground, knees drawn up, arms loosely wrapped around them as if trying to hold herself together. Her face was eerily blank—detached, almost—but her eyes betrayed her. They shimmered with unshed tears, clinging stubbornly to the edge of her lashes, refusing to fall.
She wasn’t sure how long she had been there.
Minutes? Hours?
Time felt irrelevant in the presence of pain.
Her gaze, hollow and distant, traced the outlines of the headstone in front of her. The dark marble gleamed under the dull sky, raindrops from an earlier drizzle clinging to its smooth surface.
Flowers, now slightly wilted, lay at its base, their petals trembling under the restless wind. The carved letters, precise and unyielding, stood as a cruel reminder of what had been taken.
[ Choi Daehan ]
Her fingers twitched against her knee, a strange sense of detachment settling into her bones. She had read that name countless times, had whispered it in the dark when no one could hear, had screamed it in the silence of her nightmares.
But no matter how many times she repeated it, it never felt real.
A small, broken laugh escaped her lips, so faint it barely existed. It was a sound of disbelief, of exhaustion, of a pain so deep it had numbed her completely.
