A Thread of Fate, Not a Rope

"......"

I had no sense of reality.

The ID card in my hand kept blurring the line between dream and reality.

Could this really be real?

My photo was right there on it.

The date of birth was the same as my old one.

It felt strange seeing that youthful face, which could hardly pass for an adult, boldly printed on it.

The hard, card-like feel was one I hadn't experienced in a long time.

The way it glinted in the light made it sink in all over again that I'd been given a new life.

I never thought Hyuna would actually go this far to help me...