Jin-Ho

The fluorescent lights of Seoul National University Hospital hummed, a stark contrast to the fuzzy warmth that had slowly pulled Kang Jin-Ho back from the abyss. He blinked, his head aching, a dull throb behind his eyes. The first thing he registered was the scent of disinfectant, the second, a soft hand in his. The last six months dissolved like mist. The arguments, the cold silences, the growing chasm between them – gone. He remembered only love, only the easy intimacy of their shared life. He remembered proposing to her under a cherry blossom tree, their small wedding, the first apartment they decorated together. A doctor in crisp scrubs entered, a kind smile on his face. "Mr. Kang, good to see you responsive. How are you feeling?" The doctor exchanged a quick, regretful glance. "Mr. Kang, before the accident, you… you were in the process of finalizing a divorce from your wife."