January 1951. He saved her life in a city torn apart by war during the Korean War.
December 1953. The soldier is reunited with the governor's daughter- souls scarred and bodies battered, seeking the second chance that Fate has dealt.
Set in the period spanning the Korean War and its immediate aftermath, this story will explore mature themes of loss, grief, PTSD, disability and more.
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22 December, 1953.
It was always silence like this, when the memories in his head were the loudest.
Bone-chilling screams, the acrid smell of gunpowder, the sick splatter of life blood and its metallic stench...the stench that he could not wash away no matter how hard he tried.
He killed, he came close to being killed.
Such was war, simple as that.
He wished he could sleep so he could forget, but the mind was traitorous.
There were nights he dreamt in such vivid detail that he woke up in confusion, forgetting for a fraction of a second that everything had changed.
For the minutes that followed the shock in that waking moment, his older brother's untimely death would sink in.
He would then be wracked by grief all over again, staying awake till sunrise hoping the pain would fade, silently mourning the loss of things he could never replace.
"It's a cold night." A soft feminine voice sliced through his thoughts, jolting Ri Jeong Hyeok back to his peaceful reality. "Did I interrupt you?"
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To his surprise, it was a face from the past— the Seoul governor's daughter, Yoon Seri.
In that instant, when he had thought he was going to succumb to his inner demons again, her voice came as salvation. It was real, and it kept him grounded to the moment.
