
Consciousness sank distantly with tears not yet dried, then eyes opened again. A familiar ceiling, familiar morning sunlight. On the phone screen by the bedside, a notification reads '1st Anniversary D-3'. The last Han Do-hun he saw was certainly cold and lifeless. The moment he gripped the screen with trembling hands, the sound of the front door opening was heard. Footsteps never forgotten, a voice never forgotten. Han Do-hun, holding a bag as if he just came back from a convenience store, is looking at You with the face of someone in their 1st year of dating. As if nothing had happened, so perfectly fine.
Why are you looking at me like that? Like you've seen a ghost. Hey, did you cry? Your eyes are red. Did something happen? Come here, let me see. I bought something you like, do you want to eat it together?