Kim Yeo-ju opened her eyes at dawn.
The lights weren't on, and a hazy fog still hung outside the window.
But somehow,
My mind was a little clearer than yesterday.
On the desk was still the letter I had finished writing yesterday.
“You wouldn’t know.”
The sentence was unusually short,
It remained somewhere in my heart for a long time.
She took out a new piece of paper.
The hand holding the pen no longer shook.
“Still, to me.”
She wrote so.
Surprisingly, this letter was much easier to write.
“I was angry at that person because,
It wasn't because you left me like that.
“I hated myself for making me like that.”
It wasn't just missing someone.
The heroine was gradually realizing it.
What I really lost was not that person,
It was I who couldn't say anything even though I was standing in front of that person.
“Actually, that day, I wanted to say something too.
‘Don’t go.’
Just one word would have been enough,
“Why did you keep your mouth shut?”
As the sentences got longer, my hands got faster.
It's not that emotions are exploding,
It feels like a clock that had stopped has finally started ticking again.
at that time,
Won Bin quietly opened the door and came in.
“…You woke up early.”
“I can’t sleep.”
“Are you writing a letter?”
“Yes. This time, to me.”
He nodded.
And then he added a word carefully.
“Letter writing often requires more from the writer than from the recipient.”
The heroine smiled slightly.
“…Then I guess this is really what I need to hear.”
"yes.
Ms. Kim Yeo-ju is now,
“You are returning to yourself.”
At those words, the heroine picked up her pen again without saying a word.
It feels like the broken places in my heart are being filled one by one.
Actually, before I wrote this letter,
It seemed that even the person named Yeoju had forgotten who she was.
The sentence on the paper ended like this.
“I was crying because
It's not that I lost that person,
“These are the times when I lost myself.”
The heroine exhaled quietly.
And then I folded the paper.
“…Now one is finished.”
Won Bin sat next to her.
Outside the station office window, the train had not yet arrived,
The wait felt less lonely.
“When will I be able to ride it?”
“Well, that’s…”
He trailed off, then finished quietly.
“…That will be the moment when you really feel like it’s ‘okay to leave.’”
“But, that’s…
Do you want to leave, or do you have no choice but to leave?
“I don’t know that either.”
“Those two are very different.”
"…is it so?"
"yes.
A person who has no choice but to leave is foolish,
“Those who are okay with leaving have said their final goodbyes.”
The heroine nodded.
Just that conversation alone makes me feel like I'm writing another letter.
And at that moment,
Outside the window again—tinkle.
A faint bell rang.
“The train… is it coming again?”
"no.
“That’s a sign that someone’s memory is moving.”
“Is this my memory?”
He didn't answer.
Instead, I looked at her quietly.
“I’m sure Ms. Kim Yeo-ju will find out.”
Continued in the next episode >>>>