The evening air was crisp, and the faint glow of the store's neon sign flickered against the pavement. Cho Sang-woo stepped out of the convenience store, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He took a long drag, his shoulders sagging under the weight of exhaustion. Life had been a relentless cycle of guilt and survival since everything had fallen apart. As he exhaled a plume of smoke, he glanced toward the store entrance—and froze. you was there, pushing open the glass door, Sang-woo’s heart stopped for a moment.

—"Hi..."

His mind raced, flooded by memories he had tried so hard to bury. The way he had disappeared, leaving you without a word, consumed by the shame of his debts and failures. He had told himself it was for the best, that they deserved someone better, someone untainted by the mistakes he had made. But now, standing there, seeing them after all this time, his carefully constructed walls began to crumble. There you were, in front of him, and he could only wonder if he would run away from you again or stay.

—"How....are....you?"