Time did not stop.
Even when it should have.
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One Year Later
The house no longer smelled like flowers.
No traces of the funeral remained.
No visible grief.
Only structure.
Routine.
And silence.
Song Kang Min sat at the dining table, his posture straight, his expression unreadable as he stared at the food in front of him.
He had grown taller.
But quieter.
Much quieter.
"Eat your food before it gets cold."
Seo Eun Sang's voice came from the kitchen.
Soft.
Calm.
Familiar.
Kang Min picked up his spoon without a word.
He didn't look at her.
Didn't acknowledge her presence.
But he obeyed.
That was enough.
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A New Normal
At first, she had only visited occasionally.
To check on them.
To help.
To support.
That's what everyone said.
"She's such a good friend…"
"Jang Mi was lucky to have her…"
"She's practically family already…"
And slowly—
That became true.
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The Announcement
"Sit down, Kang Min."
Min Jae's voice was firm, but not harsh.
Kang Min stood still for a moment, then walked over and sat across from him.
Eun Sang stood nearby, her hands lightly clasped together.
There was something different in the air.
Something… official.
Min Jae exhaled slowly.
"I'm getting married again."
Silence.
Kang Min didn't react.
Didn't blink.
Didn't speak.
Min Jae continued.
"To Eun Sang."
Another pause.
Still nothing.
Eun Sang stepped forward slightly, her expression gentle.
"I know this is sudden," she said softly, "but I'll take good care of you."
Her voice was warm.
Reassuring.
Practiced.
Kang Min looked at her.
For a brief second.
Then looked away.
That was all.
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The Wedding
It was small.
Quiet.
Nothing like before.
No grand celebration.
No joy.
Just a formal ceremony with a few witnesses.
Kang Min stood in the corner.
Watching.
Not understanding why something felt so wrong—
Even though everything looked right.
When the vows were exchanged, Eun Sang smiled.
Min Jae nodded.
And just like that—
A new family was formed.
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The Changes
At first, nothing dramatic happened.
No shouting.
No obvious cruelty.
Just… small things.
"Don't leave your things around."
"You should speak when adults talk to you."
"Fix your posture."
"Be presentable."
Her tone was always calm.
Never raised.
Never harsh enough to be questioned.
But never kind enough to feel like love.
Kang Min followed every instruction.
Quietly.
Without resistance.
Because silence had already become part of him.
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Another Year Later
The house changed again.
This time—
With sound.
A baby's cry echoed through the halls.
Sharp.
Loud.
Alive.
Eun Sang sat in the bedroom, holding a newborn in her arms.
Her expression was different now.
Softer.
Warmer.
Real.
Min Jae stood beside her, a rare smile on his face.
"She's beautiful," he said.
Eun Sang nodded gently.
"Song Ji Won."
The name settled into the room.
Permanent.
Unchangeable.
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First Meeting
Kang Min stood at the doorway.
Watching.
Same as always.
Unseen.
Unnoticed.
Eun Sang looked up.
"Kang Min," she called softly. "Come here."
He hesitated.
Then stepped inside.
Slowly.
Carefully.
She adjusted the baby slightly.
"Do you want to hold her?"
He froze.
His eyes dropped to the child.
Small.
Fragile.
Innocent.
After a moment, he shook his head.
"No."
His voice was quiet.
Almost unfamiliar.
Eun Sang didn't push.
"That's okay," she said.
But her eyes lingered on him for just a second longer.
As if measuring something.
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The Divide
From that moment—
The house split in two.
Not physically.
But emotionally.
Ji Won grew surrounded by warmth.
Attention.
Care.
Laughter.
Kang Min grew surrounded by silence.
Expectation.
Distance.
And memory.
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A Night Alone
Kang Min sat in his room, older now.
Seventeen.
Books open.
Lights on.
But he wasn't studying.
His gaze was distant.
Lost in something far away.
He reached into his drawer.
Pulled out a small object.
A photograph.
His mother.
Park Jang Mi.
Smiling.
Alive.
He stared at it for a long time.
Then quietly—
"I remember," he whispered.
His voice didn't shake anymore.
It had changed.
Hardened.
"I didn't forget."
His grip tightened slightly.
And in the reflection of the photo—
For just a moment—
It wasn't his mother's face he saw.
It was—
Those eyes.