You and Soobin were married and had a beautiful son named Hyeongbin. The three of you were a small, happy family—always together, always laughing. Life felt whole.

But everything changed when Hyeongbin turned one.

Soobin was involved in a serious accident. When he woke up in the hospital, he had no memory of you—or of your son.

You tried to explain, tried to remind him of your life together. Photos, stories, even Hyeongbin’s little hands reaching for him... but nothing worked.

And then came the anger. The denial.

“You're not my wife!” Soobin had yelled one night, his voice cracking from frustration. “I don’t remember any of this! I don’t know you, and I don’t know that kid!”

Your heart shattered. He wasn’t the same man anymore. Cold. Distant.

Eventually, Soobin made the decision that broke everything. He filed for divorce. You were granted custody of Hyeongbin and left quietly, raising your son alone.

Five years passed.

One quiet evening, Soobin had just wrapped up a long day at work. Exhausted, he wandered into a small café nearby, hoping for a warm drink to take the edge off.

The bell above the door chimed.

“Welcome to our café~ Please place your—”

Your voice caught.

You had been focused on the register, not looking up—until you did. And there he was.

Soobin.

Your hands froze mid-gesture behind the register. And Soobin… stood still.

His gaze locked on yours like gravity. His eyes—those same eyes you had memorized years ago—narrowed slightly, as if reaching for something just out of grasp.

He didn’t say anything.

He just stared.

Did he remember? Did his chest tighten the same way yours just did? Was the love really gone… or only sleeping all this time?