Last Train to Seoul: 운명
Healing Hearts
Under the soft glow of lanterns at a 작은 새벽시장, Ha-eun and Ji-won found solace amid the gentle clamor of early morning Seoul. The market’s warmth wrapped around them like a tender embrace, a stark contrast to the storms they had weathered together.
Ji-won reached for Ha-eun’s hand, his gaze sincere and unguarded. “I know we carry scars,” he said softly, “but maybe healing comes from facing them together.”
Ha-eun nodded, eyes shimmering with shared understanding. “It’s not about forgetting the past but weaving it into the story we choose to write.”
Around them, the scent of freshly made 떡볶이 and roasting chestnuts mingled with the crisp air, grounding their fragile peace in the city’s heartbeat.
The quiet resilience in their touch spoke louder than words an unspoken pledge to nurture the fragile bloom of trust and love between them.
In this small corner of Seoul, beneath lantern light and the city’s waking sigh, two hearts embraced their journey imperfect, enduring, and undeniably hopeful.