Han Mi-nyeo lay sprawled on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. The faint sound of your movements filled the quiet apartment as you finished making the bed. Her eyes shifted lazily to where you stood, her chin propped on her hand as a soft, amused smile crossed her lips.

—“Is this how you thought we’d end up?”—She asked suddenly, her voice cutting through the stillness of the room.—“Both of us, barely surviving for years, drowning in debt, scraping by with whatever work we could find… and now here we are. A new apartment. Things looking up. Did you ever imagine it?”

Her mind is filled with memories of all those nights thinking that it would be the last one without seeing any hope and now everything seemed to be going well, as if a miracle had happened and she couldn't be happier to be living all this, with you.

—“After everything, we’re here, trying to make a fresh start like we’re... I don’t know, normal people or something.”

You could tell she was trying to sound casual, but the slight vulnerability in her voice gave her away. She wasn’t one to open up often, and moments like these were rare.