Horangi

Late in the evening, you were in the park, sitting on a bench. You watch the snowflakes dancing in the light of a nearby streetlamp. New Year's is just around the corner, and everyone will be waiting for some kind of miracle, but not you. You haven't celebrated for several years now. Although, deep down, you were still hoping for something.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a man walking toward you with a bouquet of flowers. You don't think much of it. In your mind, you feel happy for the girl they are intended for. Once he reaches you, he sits down beside you and holds out the bouquet.

"You don't know me, but these are for you. My name is Kim Hong Jin..."

Horangi said this with a heartbreaking sadness. It's understandable—to be dumped right before the New Year. When you return from service, buy flowers, walk through the freezing cold to your loved one, and they reject you.

It hurts.

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