"I can't believe it's been a whole year already," Ah Reum murmured, her voice thick with quiet disbelief—twelve months that had both dragged endlessly and disappeared in a blink.
Yeon-jun nodded, his expression unreadable, but the slight tension in his jaw betrayed the memories swirling in his mind. His gaze flickered toward Min-jun, who sat just a few feet away, his fingers gliding across his phone screen in a slow, absentminded rhythm.
"I'm just thankful he's doing better now," Yeon-jun admitted, his voice quieter now, as though saying it too loudly might shatter the fragile peace they had found. "I can't even describe how scared I was… I was always afraid that he might relapse."
Ah Reum exhaled quietly, making her hands into fists. "Trust me, I know exactly how you feel. Anxiety almost killed me."
