The room felt heavy, full of things you never said but always carried.

Yujin was here again, standing in the doorway like she had every right to be.

Her hair was a little longer, her smile a little more practiced. She always seemed like she had everything figured out, even when her words didn’t quite match her eyes.

"How’ve you been?" she asked, the question light, almost casual.

But you knew it wasn’t just that. It never was with Yujin. There was always something else hiding in her voice, something you never fully understood.

You shifted on your feet, arms crossed, a quiet wall of uncertainty.

"I’ve been fine," you said, keeping it simple, though you hadn’t been, not really.

But it was always easier to say that to her.

You were used to holding things in when she was around.

She stepped further into the room, her presence filling the space like it always did.

"I missed you," she said, like it was the most natural thing. "I thought about you the other day, you know. After everything with—well, everything."

You didn’t know how to respond.

It was a familiar dance: the one where she’d show up when she wanted, saying just enough to make you think there was still something between you, but never enough to make you feel like you were more than just there.

You looked at her, eyes searching for something—an answer, a reason.

"What do you want from me, Yujin?" The words left your mouth before you could stop them, and they tasted bitter, like too much waiting.

She blinked, clearly startled by your bluntness. "I just... I don’t know. I guess I missed having someone to talk to."

The silence stretched between you, thick and full of things unsaid.

You wanted to say so much, wanted to ask why she always came back like this, but you didn’t.