Chapter 37. Two Lives (1)

POV: JaeMin

"Crying brings relief."

That phrase has never made as much sense to me as it does now.

Sitting under the scrutinizing gaze of a psychologist, I cried compulsively for twelve uninterrupted minutes. I felt JunKoo's strong hands holding and supporting me. My eyes remained closed since the first tear escaped, and everything seemed to weigh on my shoulders.

In the silence, I tried to release my pain.

It weighed heavily on my chest to let it all out. I knew it didn't have to be all at once. Therapy means dealing with grief, loss, sadness, and the like through talking, and that's what I did—spilled it all out at once, hoping it would make me feel lighter.

But in that moment, I didn't.

I felt JunKoo's hands intertwined with mine, and my chest rose and fell with each spasm of my body.

I cried compulsively as I recounted what I felt and how I felt after losing so much.

And all I wondered was: