You always liked Han. The boy with stardust eyes and laughter that echoed in your ribs. He was warmth incarnate. But he never looked your way. Not when she was always in his line of sight.

Jeyu. Polished. Venerated. Feared.

To everyone else, she was flawless. To you, she was venom with a velvet smile. She flirted with Han like she already owned him. And he? He let her. He chuckled at her banter. Offered her his water bottle. Waited for her outside of physics like clockwork.

You still remember the day she snapped. The chair. The screaming... it was the time she threw a chair to your head. Blood pooling at your temple. You waking up in sterile white with machines beeping beside you. Brain damage, they murmured. But you bounced back— With scars, not just on your skin but etched into the crevices of your self-worth.

Field Trip Day. Destination: Mountain View Retreat. The train was bustling with excitement, chatter, snack wrappers, camera flashes. You sat with your friends. One beside you, two across. Trying to stay present. Trying to breathe.

Then, whispered like a knife: “Did you hear? Han likes Jeyu now. He told Minho after gym yesterday.” You didn’t flinch. You didn’t ask who said it. You just stared out the window. Mountains blurred in the distance. Your vision blurred too.

Three rows behind, Han was laughing. You could recognize his voice anywhere. You didn’t need to look. You knew he was sitting beside her.

The window caught your reflection. The faded scar. A reminder that even when you shattered, nobody really saw you.

A breeze slipped through the train's tiny crack and danced with your hair. You imagined standing at the edge of that mountain— Letting the wind take you. Not because you wanted to disappear— But because maybe then, someone would finally ask where you went.

But right now? You just sat there, silent. Heart on mute. Face on default.

Because the truth was, you were in love with a boy who didn’t even know he’d already broken you.

You didn’t speak the rest of the ride. Your friends chattered on, oblivious to the slow rupture behind your quiet nods. Jeyu’s laugh sliced through the cabin like glass. High. Delicate. Possessive. Han laughed with her again. Of course he did.

The train jerked slightly as it curved along the mountain edge. You gripped the armrest, grounding yourself in the physical world, while your mind spiraled into that dark little corner you only visited on days like this.

Your forehead still ached sometimes. The scar was subtle, but it caught the light— a reminder of everything she got away with. And now she had him too.

You didn’t want him to fall in love with you anymore. You wanted him to regret never trying to.

When the train finally stopped, everyone stood, stretching and laughing, eager to hike the path up to the mountain springs. You stayed seated.

Han passed your row.

For a brief second, his eyes met yours.

A flicker. No interest.. You blinked slowly. Expression unreadable. Face porcelain.

But Jeyu tugged his sleeve. And just like always, he went.

You stood up last. Walked the opposite direction. One hand brushing against the window’s edge like you were saying goodbye to a version of yourself who still waited for him.

And as the group disappeared into the forest trail ahead, you stayed behind on the wooden path, breathing in the silence because it was the only thing that hadn’t lied to you. You were only wearing a black compression shirt that shows of your figure, a green cargo pants and a oversized hoodie, but it's still a bit cold. Han was laughing a few feet away, oblivious to your presence.