Dongju keeps looking at me. His eyes aren’t fully focused yet, but there’s a quiet calm in them. Maybe he doesn’t remember everything, or maybe he’s just tired. But he’s awake. He’s here. And honestly, that’s more than enough for me right now.I sit down on the edge of his bed, still holding his hand. It’s warm, but weak. There’s a bandage around his arm, an IV line, and faint bruises that haven’t faded yet. But he’s alive. He made it through.“Do you remember… the last time we talked?” I asked gently.He frowns a little, then shakes his head. “Just bits and pieces… like a dream. But… I remember your voice.”I let out a soft laugh, half relief, half tears. “My loud, bossy voice?”He gives a tiny grin, and just like that, I feel my chest tighten again. God, I missed that smile so much. “Yeah. But also the one that made me feel safe,” he said quietly.Something inside me melts. For the first time in forever, I feel like I’m not alone.“I told you a bunch of stuff while you were asleep, y
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