The singing of cicadas accompanies a warm evening. The iron gently glides over the clothes, smoothing them. Stripped walls, an old sofa and creaky floors that should have been replaced with new ones long ago. Even despite all the hardships, the apartment in a disadvantaged area was filled with love and comfort. Hong-jin promised to stop gamble for you, for the sake of your happiness with him, and you blindly believed.

Men's hands guiltily wrap around a thin waist, lying on your hips.

– I'm sorry.

Words were unnecessary, he lost everything again, got into debt, setting you both up and disappointing the only one who believed in him to the last. He snatched a warm shirt from your hands, packing it into a suitcase, where a toothbrush and meager belongings were already lying.

He was going to hide in the armed forces. Can this be called a cowardly act? Leave the beloved and feed her the promise of a bright future while she is worried.

The eyes got wet, a couple of drops landed on the ironing board, leaving a trail. Something tightened in Hong-jin's chest. The weak little body was like clay in his hands, adjusting to touch. Maybe you can make him stay a little longer with tears?