The storm, a endless, weeping sky, reverberated the tempest that destroyed Seo-yeon's heart. Dawn broke, a bruised, reluctant light, but there was no solace.
The gentle smell of chamomile in Hyun-soo's flat, a tenuous effort at peace, was light-years distant from the cold fear that had taken up residence in her marrow.
Joon-woo's silence was a deafening roar, an icy reminder of the facts that had destroyed her world.
The old man's words, a ghostly whisper of lost love, resonated in my mind, crying out for answers, compelling her to face the shadows that had always existed just beyond the edge of her perception.
Hyun-soo's Apartment - Later That Morning
"Seo-yeon, you're falling into a trap," Hyun-soo warned, his own voice strained with fear that he was having trouble keeping down.
"Joon-woo is a master manipulator. He'll twist your truths around until you don't know yourself anymore."
