Resurrection

After so long, Han So-yu looked, to put it mildly, far from well.

Her face was paler than when I'd last seen her, and the dark circles stood out even more against her white skin; her eyes were red, as if she'd been crying, and her hair was disheveled….

She looked as though she could collapse at any moment.

'I should have just pressed forward, even if it meant using force.'

When she asked me to leave, I thought only of respecting her wishes.

I had left a young child who was still too young to stand on her own all alone.

I thought I could keep my distance and wait until she approached me first, as I had with Yoo Seo-ah.

She was a magical girl, so she'd be fine.

She was a magical girl; she'd be able to overcome it.

Because of that complacent belief, I ended up realizing Han So-yu's pain far too late...