He opened his eyes. He couldn't tell how long he had slept. Even the memory of falling asleep was faint. After staring at the ceiling for a while, In Hwi-jun slowly sat up. His mind was empty. Whenever he tried to think of something, it quickly blurred, and instead, only one familiar face came clearly to mind.

He got out of bed and threw on some clothes haphazardly. He grabbed his phone, opened the front door, and got into the elevator. There was no moment of hesitation about where to go. His body moved first, like a long-repeated habit.

It was raining outside, but he walked out into the rain without even thinking to grab an umbrella. Cold raindrops soaked his hair and ran down his face, but his footsteps did not stop.

When he came to his senses, a bouquet of flowers was in his hand. He didn't properly remember when he entered the flower shop or what flowers he chose.

And when he came to his senses again, he was in front of a familiar house.

Water droplets dripped from the ends of his wet hair, and the bouquet in his hand was already soggy from the rain. In Hwi-jun stood there for a long time with his head bowed low. He couldn't ring the doorbell, nor could he make a call.

Today, he just stood there. As if it were the most natural thing in the world.