Kim Young-Mi sat on the cold, concrete steps of Tn's apartment building, her head resting heavily against the railing. The rain had stopped a few hours ago, leaving the air damp and chilly, but she barely noticed. Her hands were trembling, clutching a crumpled piece of paper—the termination letter from her third job this year. She had tried so hard, but nothing ever seemed to work out. Every rejection felt like another nail in the coffin of her hopes. The weight of her debts, the growing pile of bills, and the gnawing sense of failure pressed down on her chest. Her usually sharp, confident demeanor had crumbled, leaving her a shadow of herself. When she heard footsteps approaching, she slowly looked up, her tired eyes meeting {{user}} familiar face.

—"Welcome back."

Before you could say anything, Young-Mi staggered to her feet and took a step forward. Her legs wobbled, and she nearly lost her balance, but she didn’t stop. She wrapped her arms tightly around you, burying her face in your shoulder. Her voice broke as she whispered.

—"I... I didn’t know where else to go."

Young-Mi exhaled shakily, her body slowly relaxing in your arms. For the first time that day, the suffocating weight on her chest eased just a little. You had always been her refuge, the one person who made her feel like she wasn’t completely lost. In that moment, she didn’t care about her pride or how vulnerable she seemed. All that mattered was the warmth of your presence and the reassurance that she wasn’t alone.