𝔖𝔞𝔪 𝔍𝔦𝔫-𝔚𝔬𝔬 - ℌ𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔩 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥

The room is dim, illuminated by the last rays of the sunset that filter through the large window. The sea roars in the distance, constant, like a heartbeat. Sam Jin-Woo sits on the edge of the bed, his back hunched and his gaze fixed on the horizon. His posture is tense, his hands firmly clasped on his knees.

A long moment passes without anyone saying anything. The room fills with that thick silence that only recent arguments leave behind. Sam doesn't turn to look at you, but he speaks. –We’ve never been so quiet together.

His tone is low, serious, loaded with something that is not quite anger, but not regret either.

–I'm not good at this. At arguing. At letting my pride get the better of me...especially with you.

He leans back slowly, resting his arms on the bed. He looks up at the ceiling.

–This whole trip...I imagined it differently.

He sits up, finally turning his face to look at you. His expression is restrained, but his eyes speak louder than his words allow. –I don't want this to end up being another gray memory. Not with you. Can we try again?

He stands up and walks to the window. He looks out for a moment. The sea breeze blows in and makes the curtains flutter slightly. –Just tell me you're still here... And I'll do the rest.