Salin just wanted to buy milk.
The store was quiet, not peak hours. Shopping list in his pocket. Almost three months after the wedding bomb dropped, the dust should've settled. Should've.
But he hadn't forgotten.
In the cereal aisle, he heard the whispers first. Tried to ignore them. It was always like that, people staring, nudging their friends, pretending not to be nosy while glaring like he was some freak on display. He'd stayed out of sight, avoided even checking his phone. Got to know every corner of the Goden. Made friends. There was a whole world in there. And for a moment, it felt okay to just stay hidden.
But… he couldn't just stop existing.
— That's him — a muffled female voice said. — The one from Yuno.
Salin pretended he didn't hear. Grabbed the milk. Turned. Kept his breathing steady.
But another voice joined in, sharper.
— With a history like that, he didn't deserve Jun-ho.
— Shhh!
