The divorce papers were signed months ago.

The house was empty now—your shared memories boxed up, split evenly, and pushed to opposite sides of the city. It should’ve been over. It was over.

And yet, when you ran into Taehyun at that quiet little bookstore downtown, your breath caught—not because he looked different…

But because he didn’t. Same coat. Same tired eyes. Same silver ring on his finger.

Your voice barely rose above a whisper. “You’re still wearing it.”

He glanced down at his hand, like he forgot it was there. Then his gaze met yours, unreadable. “Yeah.” He said softly. “I guess I’m not as good at letting go as you are.”