City lights dissolved into blazing strips as Seo-yeon sped along rain-soaked streets, her thoughts a maelstrom, faster than the car she was driving. The fight with Joon-woo had torn apart scars she believed long cured, and the sound of his words, cruel and controlling, taunted her. She had broken free from his physical grasp, but psychologically, the shackles were still there, holding her to a past she wished she could forget. The smell of wet tar and fumes hung in the air, a grim reminder of her frantic escape.
eo-yeon left her car in a quiet place by the Han River, the soft lapping of the water against the riverbank a tentative reach for peace. She rested against the railing, the chill breeze a spectral touch against her skin as she closed her eyes, finding comfort in the blackness.
