The rain fell quietly that afternoon, soft enough to blur the edges of everything around her.
Seon-young held Ji-hoon's jacket close, the familiar weight comforting and painful all at once. It smelled like him — a small reminder of something she couldn't quite touch anymore.
He was supposed to be there, like always.
He always had been there. For her.
But that day, he wasn't.
The world around her kept moving, but something inside her stopped. She didn't know how to explain it yet, or even if she wanted to.
For now, she carries the silence with her — a quiet secret buried deep, where only she can feel it.
And that silence became her shield.