Last Train to Seoul: 운명
Crossing Lines
The city lights flickered like distant stars as Ji-won stood on the rooftop of his apartment building, Seoul spread out beneath him like a living mosaic. The cool night breeze brushed against his skin, carrying the faint scent of rain and city life a reminder that nothing stayed the same, no matter how tightly one tried to hold on.
Tonight, the choices he’d avoided pressing on him like the weight of the sky itself. The engagement ring, once a symbol of certainty, now felt like a chain pulling him away from the possibility of love and truth.
Ha-eun’s face played in his mind soft, determined, filled with an unspoken promise. He had crossed uncountable invisible lines between duty and desire, fear and hope.
With a deep breath, Ji-won reached into his pocket, fingers curling around the small weight of his phone. He typed a message not just to Ha-eun, but to himself a declaration of the path he was willing to forge.
“I choose honesty. I choose what’s real, even if it means losing everything else.”
As the message sent, the city seemed to breathe with him, the rivers shimmering like endless paths toward redemption and renewal.
Down below, the Han River flowed, constant and forgiving, a mirror to the journey ahead.
Tonight, Ji-won stepped beyond the lines drawn by fate and obligation, toward a future uncertain but undeniably his own.