Last Train to Seoul: 운명
Autumn Confession
The path through 경의선숲길 was cloaked in amber and gold, fallen leaves rustling softly beneath Ha-eun’s footsteps. The quiet of the forest trail wrapped around them, a sanctuary away from the city’s relentless pace and their tangled feelings.
Ji-won walked beside her, his gaze fixed occasionally on the vibrant canopy above, as if searching for an answer hidden in the shifting colors.
“Ha-eun,” he began, voice hesitant like the first crisp breeze of autumn. “I have to be honest with you, and with myself. This isn’t just about us anymore. It’s about who I want to be, what I’m willing to risk.”
She looked up, meeting his earnest eyes, a mixture of vulnerability and determination shining through.
“I don’t want to hurt anyone,” Ji-won continued. “But staying silent feels like a betrayal to you, to her, and to myself.”
Ha-eun’s breath caught. The weight of his words settled between them, heavy yet somehow freeing.
“I never expected this to happen,” she whispered. “To meet someone who makes the city feel different a place of possibility instead of just noise.”
Their hands brushed briefly, sparks flickering with the promise of something fragile yet real.
The fallen leaves swirled around them like memories dancing on the wind, symbols of change, letting go, and new beginnings.
Ji-won’s voice softened, “Whatever happens next, I want you to know… meeting you changed everything.”
For a fleeting moment, time seemed to pause. Seoul, with all its chaos and light, faded into the background, leaving only the raw truth between two souls deciding whether to surrender to fate or fight for their future.