The storm had passed, but Han Nari's heart hadn't.
She sat at the window with her journal open, knees pulled to her chest.
The pen hovered over the page.
She'd written three names.
One had been scratched out.
She sighed.
"They both make my heart move…
But only one makes it ache."
Her phone buzzed.
A photo memory popped up:
Joon, from last year.
Back when they fought over everything from school rankings to who got the last milk at lunch.
He was smirking in it.
She remembered hating that smirk.
Or maybe pretending to.
Meanwhile – Rooftop
Lee Joon punched the railing again.
Hard enough to make his knuckles bleed.
He hated this.
Hated how Hyun looked at her with soft, safe eyes.
But mostly?
He hated how she looked back—like she didn't know if she still belonged to Joon anymore.
"Coward," he muttered to himself.
Then—
Footsteps.
He turned.
Nari.
Her hair was messy from wind.
Her lips were parted like she'd been running.
Like she needed to say something.
But she didn't speak.
She just stood there.
And he knew…
She didn't come to choose.
She came because she couldn't stay away.