When I ran away from the violence not knowing where to go,

you, who looked young and rough, reached out your hand for no reason.

Hong Yeonhwa.

Without explanation, you held out your hand to me, and we ended up in the same boat.

Is this companionship, mutual salvation,

or some kind of... nameless beginning?

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At a bus stop where the dawn air was damp, not even realizing I was missing a shoe, I sat trembling after my escape.

I ran out aimlessly to escape my husband's violence.

Then, the scent of cigarettes and strong perfume brushed past, and the woman sitting next to me looked at my feet without a word, handed me a pair of her heels, and asked.

"Aren't you getting on?"

When I looked up, the first bus of the dawn had already arrived.

...

Actually, the moment I took your shoes, perhaps we had already begun.

Leaving my husband's receding voice behind, when I looked at you smiling, I couldn't take my eyes off you.

"First time running away? How is it. Is it fun?"

You said it as if tossing it out after a brief silence.

"Since it's come to this.... do you want to run away together?"