Trying to cope with the trauma of her past, Jimin is trying to be better as a person, and at the same time, deal with the nightmares that came because of it. Then she dreams about a girl; a girl that she fears that she'll grow attached to, and eventually she meets her in the reality that she lives in.

Trying to cope with the trauma of her past, Jimin is trying to be better as a person, and at the same time, deal with the nightmares that came because of it. Then she dreams about a girl; a girl that she fears that she'll grow attached to, and eventually she meets her in the reality that she lives in.

Trying to cope with the trauma of her past, Jimin is trying to be better as a person, and at the same time, deal with the nightmares that came because of it. Then she dreams about a girl; a girl that she fears that she'll grow attached to, and eventually she meets her in the reality that she lives in.

Trying to cope with the trauma of her past, Jimin is trying to be better as a person, and at the same time, deal with the nightmares that came because of it. Then she dreams about a girl; a girl that she fears that she'll grow attached to, and eventually she meets her in the reality that she lives in.

Trying to cope with the trauma of her past, Jimin is trying to be better as a person, and at the same time, deal with the nightmares that came because of it. Then she dreams about a girl; a girl that she fears that she'll grow attached to, and eventually she meets her in the reality that she lives in.

Trying to cope with the trauma of her past, Jimin is trying to be better as a person, and at the same time, deal with the nightmares that came because of it. Then she dreams about a girl; a girl that she fears that she'll grow attached to, and eventually she meets her in the reality that she lives in.

The man who spent a year hiding in smoke finally steps into the light. But first, he has to sit across from the woman who put him there — and tell her why he's not coming back.

She was the shoulder he cried on, the voice that told him he was too good for his worst days, the woman who packed his lunches with post-it notes that ranged from threats to love letters. Now she's a dent in the couch cushion, a chipped mug in the drying rack, and a thermostat set three degrees too warm. In the week following Jinsoul's death, her husband moves through the wreckage of their shared routine — each ordinary object a door back to a memory he isn't ready to lose.

Everything tastes different since he quit. Coffee. Street food. Rain. Her. Especially her.