Too Broken to Forget

Episode 8: When Everything Falls Apart (Rewritten

Hyun woo stood still.

Surrounded by people—

Yet completely alone.

The house that once felt warm…

Now felt empty.

Cold.

Familiar.

Voices filled the air.

Condolences.

Whispers.

Sympathy.

But none of it reached him.

It was like he was trapped behind glass.

Watching.

Hearing.

But not feeling.

"If only this was a dream…"

If it was—

He would wake up.

His mother would be in the kitchen.

His brother would call his name.

Everything would be normal again.

But nothing changed.

Because this—

Was real.

Hyunwoo clenched his fists.

He had to be strong.

He had to endure.

He had to act like nothing inside him was breaking.

So he held his tears.

But inside—

He was collapsing.

Inside…

He was still just a child.

And that child was screaming.

A hand rested on his shoulder.

His uncle.

A strenger—

Yet the only support left.

"It will be okay," he said softly.

"You have to survive this."

Survive.

That word felt heavy.

Too heavy.

Because surviving…

Was not the same as living.

Hyun-woo said nothing.

Because he knew.

…

He stood before his mother one last time.

His body wouldn't move.

"Mom…"

His voice broke.

"I still had so much to do for you…"

Tears fell.

"I couldn't protect you…"

His hands trembled.

"Why… did I lose you…?"

Silence answered him.

Cold.

Final.

Merciless.

The funeral passed like a blur.

Prayers.

Tears.

Soil falling.

Each sound—

A hammer against his chest.

And just like that—

She was gone.

Forever.

"I'm sorry…" his uncle whispered, his voice shaking.

"I failed all of you…"

He pulled Hyun woo into an embrace.

Tight.

But not enough.

Nothing was enough.

Nothing could fill the emptiness.

…

Days later—

"Gi-woo… you're better now," her mother said gently.

"Today, we're going home."

Home.

A warm word.

A safe word.

"I'm happy…" Gi-woo whispered.

Her father smiled.

Briefly.

Then—

His expression changed.

"From now on, I'll take care of you."

A pause.

"But… you can't continue karate

Everything stopped.

"What…?"

"You've suffered enough."

Her heart dropped.

"I can go back later… right?"

"No."

One word.

Enough to destroy everything.

Her dream.

Her future.

"I wanted to win a gold medal…"

The thought echoed inside her.

But dreams don't always survive reality.

…

She stepped into her home.

Everything looked the same.

But she wasn't.

"Pull yourself together…" she whispered.

"I'm home."

But why—

Did it still feel incomplete?

…

Days passed.

Then—

The trial began.

The courtroom felt suffocating.

Silent.

Heavy.

Gi-woo stepped forward.

Her heartbeat thundered.

And then—

She saw him.

Hyun-woo.

Their eyes met.

And at that moment—

Everything connected.

"The one who hurt me… was his brother…?"

Her breath caught.

The judge entered.

The verdict was ready.

Hyun woo's hands trembled.

"The sun… is found guilty."

Each word—

A blade.

"He is sentenced to imprisonment."

Final.

Cold.

Unavoidable.

Hyunwoo closed his eyes.

The end.

Or maybe—

Something worse.

The sun was taken away.

Step by step.

Further.

Further.

Until—

"Little brother…"

His voice broke.

"Is Mom… okay?"

Time froze.

Hyun woo couldn't breathe.

"… Mom is gone."

Silence.

Then—

"No…"

A whisper.

Then—

"NO!!!"

A scream.

Raw.

Shattered.

"MOOOOM!!!"

The courtroom froze.

No one moved.

No one spoke.

Because that scream—

Came too late.

Far too late

👉 Tae-sun is guilty…

But is that the whole truth?

💭 What if he wasn't acting alone?

What if someone else—

Was behind everything?

And now…

Hyun woo and Gi-woo are standing on opposite sides.

Can they face each other…

Without breaking completely?

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