The dream came again.
Yoorin was back under the almond tree—only this time, it wasn't a memory she was watching. It was a moment she lived.
The hanbok rustled around her ankles. A warm breeze carried the scent of blooming trees. The sky was soft and golden, as if the sun had fallen in love with the Earth.
A boy stood beside her.
She couldn't see his face clearly, but she felt his presence like gravity. He was taller than her, quiet but full of emotion. His fingers grazed hers as they stood in the shade.
"You're still hiding," he said, voice gentle.
"No one must know I come here," she answered automatically.
Her voice wasn't Yoorin's. It was Hana's. Softer. Sharper.
He leaned closer.
"You always say that. And yet, you always come."
She smiled. The feeling was so real she woke up with tears drying on her cheek.
"Seon…"
That was his voice.
And for the first time… she missed someone she had never met.