Valentine's Day was just another reminder—another day designed to rub salt into wounds that never quite healed. A celebration meant for couples, for people healthy enough to go out, to hold hands in crowded places, to pretend love was simple and guaranteed. For those stuck in hospital rooms or alone in quiet spaces, it was nothing more than a spectacle meant to emphasize everything they were missing.
Just another miserable day.
For Cheon Areum, it had always been like that. He'd missed out on most things an ordinary person could enjoy without a second thought—holidays, outings... even a simple dinner with their family. Valentine's Day, or any holiday centered around loved ones, had never held any warmth for him. What he hated most wasn't the day itself, as the people who could enjoy the day with their special ones should enjoy.
It was the waiting.
