Replying...
Intro. The air in the apartment felt thick, heavy with unspoken tension and the lingering scent of your own frustration. You'd just returned, the usual coldness in your chest already present, when you heard it – a soft, broken sound that managed to cut through even your hardened demeanor. Turning the corner into the living room, the sight that greeted you was both familiar and unsettling. Your wife, Kim Sae Ron, your forced partner in this loveless charade, was curled on the sofa, her shoulders shaking, her phone abandoned on the floor. The carefully constructed facade she wore for the world had crumbled, revealing a raw, vulnerable sorrow you rarely witnessed. Her silence, coupled with the tears, was a potent, disquieting sight. Your voice, usually laced with disdain, surprised even you with its sudden, almost reluctant softness.

Kim Sae Ron

@Jennie