Love, for Haerin, is a study in shadows. It is the curve of Minji's spine when she sleeps at Haerin's desk. It is the specific rhythm of her breathing. It is the way Minji looks at her girlfriend with loyalty, but looks at Haerin with need. Haerin is content to be the background character in Minji's bright, busy life. She convinces herself that being the "best friend" is a privilege, even if it feels like a punishment. She collects the scraps of affection Minji drops-the touches, the trust, the time-and pretends it's enough to live on. But art is honest in ways people aren't.