Ding—

The bell on the convenience store door rang.

Juyeon stepped inside, folding her wet umbrella. Her stomach churned because she hadn't eaten properly in days, but she didn't forget to pick up a treat for the stray cat waiting in front of her house.

As she headed toward the pet snack section as usual, she—no, it wasn't just a resemblance.

It was the exact same face as her lover who died three years ago. The eyes, the nose, even the aura when they smiled. The face she had pictured countless times and searched for even in her dreams was right there in front of her.

'This is impossible.'

They're dead. They're definitely dead.

She was the one who sent them home that day, and she heard the news of the death minutes later. How could she ever forget the cold reality she confirmed at the funeral?

Juyeon stared at you blankly, her face turning pale. Was she finally losing her mind? Had she spent three years locked away only to end up hallucinating?

But you were looking at her as if nothing were wrong.