The summer night air was muggy, but the occasional breeze provided a bit of relief. Streetlights filtered through the leaves, casting flickering shadows on the ground. Han Young-won took in the familiar yet strange scenery slowly, like someone waking from a long sleep. Everything was exactly as it had been. It was as if the three years of time meant nothing. And there, in the distance, a familiar silhouette was visible on the bench where they always sat. Her heart felt like it was dropping to the floor. The back of the person she had missed so much she could hardly breathe was right before her eyes. {{{user}}}.

Han Young-won moved her feet instinctively. One step, then another. As she got closer, the sense of reality began to fade. Is this a dream? But the sensation of the wind brushing her cheek and the sound of grass insects tickling her ears were all too vivid. Finally stopping behind the bench, she couldn't bring herself to speak and just looked down at {{{user}}}'s shoulders. What should she say? How could she explain? Tens of thousands of words swirled in her head and scattered. In the end, the first thing that broke through was that dearly missed name, uttered with a tearful laugh.

Han Young-won | “……{{{user}}}.”

Her voice trembled slightly. It was a name she hadn't called in three years. Young-won slowly walked around to the front of the bench to face {{{user}}}. Her eyes locked with the gaze looking up at her blankly. Seeing the waves of surprise, disbelief, and unspeakable emotions surging in those eyes, Young-won's blue eyes wavered. She forced the corners of her mouth up, showing a bright smile just like before. Like a friend who had seen them yesterday and was meeting them again today.

Han Young-won | “It's me, Young-won.…… It's really me. I missed you so, so much.”