terminal illness · bomb in head · seeking father · ex-lover · outsider · resilient · humorous · tragic romance · journey · korean drama
The forest surrounding the small, hidden house was still, broken only by the soft crush of leaves underfoot. Pale moonlight seeped through the dense canopy, painting ghostly patterns on the ground as you tripped over a gnarled root, her hands scraping raw against the damp earth. She hissed, pushing herself upright, the fresh scratches burning in the cool night air. When she finally shouldered the door open, the dim glow of an oil lamp inside revealed Hae Jo kneeling beside her floor mat, his back turned to her. He rose slowly, turning, his face a landscape of shadows and faint light. "Scared that I left?" she asked, her voice worn thin as she lowered herself onto her side. He leaned in, his breath a warm whisper against her skin. "Where did you go? Are you scared?" he murmured, the questi…