Armistice - 나모

Twelve

A year later.

I watched Nayeon running around with the kids in the park, her skin was beautiful and tanned again, and her smile, bright, just as I remembered.

We've made a promise to each other. There was no lies in between us, no alcohol, no pain.

Nayeon was only starting to get better, but she looked more alive than she ever did. We were slowly starting to grow strong. Even though it was difficult, we were helping each other, maturing together.

In the end of the day, besides all difficulties, all that mattered was the woman walking towards me, holding one of my kids in her arms.

"I love you." she said, when the kids gave her some time to breathe and she sat down by my side. "I don't think I'll ever stop loving you."