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Chapter 136: Shadows of Memory
Minjun opened his eyes and surveyed the room. Darkness filled every corner, yet it felt as though Seongjun’s voice had seeped into it, saturating his chest. He rose from bed and walked to the window. The city lights below pierced the night, but instead of comfort, they only deepened the ache in his heart. He wanted to hear Seongjun’s voice again—needed to hear it. His heart was searching for itself, following that voice like a compass needle drawn to true north.
The distant hum of city traffic drifted through the glass. His stomach growled, reminding him of the miso soup he’d eaten earlier, its lingering taste still coating his tongue. His emotions churned beneath the surface, restless and unmoored. He gazed at the city lights scattered across the darkness below, watching how they illuminated the night. Yet even as the lights pushed back the shadows, his mind remained trapped in last night’s voice—Seongjun’s voice.
He wanted to hear it again. His heart was following that voice, searching for something it had lost. What was he really looking for? Trust in himself. Love for himself. Understanding of himself. The feeling of that voice from last night still clung to him, refusing to fade. Minjun picked up his phone. But it remained silent, offering no answers. He needed to find his own heart first.
He stood and returned to the window, gazing out at the sleeping city. The lights twinkled against the darkness, yet his mind remained anchored to last night’s words. He wanted to hear Seongjun’s voice again—to let it guide him back to himself. What he was searching for was belief in himself, love for himself, understanding of himself. These were the things that mattered. The city noise filtered through the walls. His hunger gnawed at him. The taste of miso soup lingered in his mouth, and his heart continued its turbulent dance.
Minjun stared out at the night sky beyond the window. The city lights illuminated the darkness, yet they only seemed to deepen the shadows in his heart. He wanted to hear Seongjun’s voice again. Rising once more, he pressed his palms against the cold glass. The lights below continued their endless vigil against the night, but his mind remained captive to yesterday’s words. He had to find his own heart. The city’s murmur reached his ears. His stomach was empty. The taste of the soup lingered. His emotions swirled like a storm with no end in sight.
He picked up his phone again. Silence answered him. Nothing but silence. He needed to find his own heart, to anchor himself before he could reach out to anyone else. The city lights continued their dance below. His mind remained trapped in the echo of that voice. He wanted to hear it again—needed to hear it. What he sought was simple and yet impossibly difficult: faith in himself, love for himself, understanding of himself. These were the keys to everything.
Minjun gazed up at the night sky beyond the window. The city lights below cast their glow across the darkness, yet they seemed to make his heart feel heavier, not lighter. He wanted to hear Seongjun’s voice again. He rose from his seat and looked out once more. The lights continued their work against the night, yet his mind remained bound to yesterday’s words. He had to find himself. The city’s voice hummed in the distance. His body ached with hunger. The taste of soup remained on his tongue. His heart continued its restless tumble, seeking something it could not name.