JEONGHAN’s POV
The night before the wedding has finally came and I’m standing in the living room, surrounded by dozens of pictures of Yoo-Mi over the years.
There’s one of her when she was five years old dressed in a Cinderella costume. Another one of her sitting on her dad’s lap eating ice cream.
A picture of her and Josh on the prom night, he was probably her escort.
Her high school graduation—where I chose to break her heart. Josh was standing right next to her. There’s images of her sledding with her mom, sitting on a sandy beach beside—Josh.
A recent one of her with Honey, their resemblance uncanny. The other photos were Yoo-Mi, Josh and Honey.
Her whole life is splayed out in front of me on the mantle, on the walls. I’ve known her more than half of her life but ne
