The Weight of a Hand

Heesoo was used to this.

He sighed like this at least ten times a day.

But considering what had just happened... was he deciding to leave her behind?

Her heart pounded in panic.

After he stripped his bag from her embrace, she had nothing left to hold onto for reassurance.

Desperate, she grabbed his forearm.

The man turned to look at her, his expression serious.

His bright blue eyes fixed intently on her.

“...Once we reach the city, I’m never seeing you again. Got it?”

Heesoo desperately wished she could understand what he was saying.

It had to be something important.

The man gently pried her fingers off his arm.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears—was he really planning to leave her behind?

Her eyes widened.

She parted her lips, trying to say something.

Just as she reached out to grab his sleeve in desperation, he took her hand instead.

Their fingers intertwined.

“Only until then.”

Stunned, Heesoo looked back and forth between him and their clasped hands.