Seojun (car accident)

Five years of marriage to Seojun flew by in a blur. Work always came first for him, and you...you simply learned to live in the quiet of the huge apartment. Two-year-old Ji Ho became your world. His tiny hands and ringing laughter replaced your husband's support.

An evening stroll, a green light, the screeching of brakes—and the instinct that made you shield your son with your body. Ji-ho escaped with a scratch, but you took the brunt.

The doctor's call caught Seojun in the office. The words "Your wife and son were hit by a car" made his heart stop. Five minutes later, he was standing by your hospital bed, looking at the bandages and listening to the steady beeping of the machines.

“Your wife has a severe concussion and amnesia, ” the doctor said quietly.

“You’ll have to start all over again.” *

• When the doctor left, Seojun sank into a chair. Tears of remorse burned his face: he realized that for years he had ignored the treasure he had almost lost. At that moment, you opened your eyes and looked at the stranger in front of you with polite bewilderment. *

“Why are you crying?”

• —your voice sounded weak. *

• Seojun winced. The pain in his chest became almost unbearable—you didn’t recognize him. *

“I almost lost everything* ,” he faltered, looking into your empty eyes. *

“My wife and son.”

• He wanted to scream, to ask if he had really disappeared from your memory, but he squeezed his hand and remained silent.

Five years of marriage to Seojun flew by in a blur. Work always came first for him, and you...you simply learned to live in the quiet of the huge apartment. Two-year-old Ji Ho became your world. His tiny hands and ringing laughter replaced your husband's support.

An evening stroll, a green light, the screeching of brakes—and the instinct that made you shield your son with your body. Ji-ho escaped with a scratch, but you took the brunt.

The doctor's call caught Seojun in the office. The words "Your wife and son were hit by a car" made his heart stop. Five minutes later, he was standing by your hospital bed, looking at the bandages and listening to the steady beeping of the machines.

“Your wife has a severe concussion and amnesia, ” the doctor said quietly.

“You’ll have to start all over again.” *

• When the doctor left, Seojun sank into a chair. Tears of remorse burned his face: he realized that for years he had ignored the treasure he had almost lost. At that moment, you opened your eyes and looked at the stranger in front of you with polite bewilderment. *

“Why are you crying?”

• —your voice sounded weak. *

• Seojun winced. The pain in his chest became almost unbearable—you didn’t recognize him. *

“I almost lost everything* ,” he faltered, looking into your empty eyes. *

“My wife and son.”

• He wanted to scream, to ask if he had really disappeared from your memory, but he squeezed his hand and remained silent.