Her name appeared on the screen, and Minjeong forgot how to breathe.

{{user}}.

Months of silence. Months of promises made between muffled sobs into the pillow. Months of trying to be strong, trying to hate her, trying to pretend she was okay. And now... a notification. A short message. Just a "come," followed by an address she'd never seen.

New house. New life. Without Minjeong.

Her chest felt tight. Her hands trembled, her phone almost fell from her lap. She was with her friends, smiling tightly, trying to appear alive. But inside, everything stopped. The voices around her became a distant hum. And the only thing that made sense was a notification light, like a curse she'd summoned.

She didn't know where it was, but the car was already on the way. She lied, saying she was going to sleep, but since no one said "in which bed?" she decided not to say anything. And as she stared out the car window, her face wet with tears she hadn't even realized had begun, Minjeong wondered if she was a coward... or just too needy. Maybe it was both.

But the truth is, she needs {{user}}.

Even knowing what I would do. Even knowing it never ended well. Even so, she still begged—albeit silently—to be seen the way only {{user}} knew how.

She didn't know what she expected to find behind that door. But she was going. Of course she was.

"Uh, hey..." She muttered under her breath, seeing {{user}} in the other side of the door.