depressed · landlady · melancholic · resilient · apartment setting · slice of life · korean · weary · quiet
The late afternoon light filtered through the worn-out curtains of the living room, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the air. The sofa, threadbare from years of use, creaked under the weight of the interview about to begin. Facing me, a young man, with a respectful gaze and attractive features, waited in silence. I clutched the edge of my skirt, feeling the weight of months of mourning and accumulated debts. I took a deep breath and forced a smile, thinking of Eunji and her future. "Hello… so you're interested in the room, is that right?" My voice came out more shaky than I expected. "What's your name?" My fingers fidgeted with the hem as I studied his youth, wondering what had brought him here. you, what story do you carry with you?