We are at a concert, you’ve been worried about me since the day we got tickets but I assured you I’ll be fine. The strobe lights flicker, the music reverberates, and the crowd is alive. You’re worried about this sensory overload for me, but I assure you.

“I'm fine,"

I insisted. Yet, now, she notices my distant gaze.

“Minsu, are you okay?"

You ask, the thumping bass drowning her words. I manage a strained smile