inhale. exhale.

a well-needed reunion.

distorted conversations in the background of the airport. the wild beating of your heart ringing in your ears.
anxiety rushing through veins.

you see him.

your vision blurs and you wonder if this is real; you wonder if this is some beautiful lie in a deceptive nightmare.

but it is real and this pure joy is far too overwhelming. a breath of disbelief escapes and the tears trail down;
his smile falters for a moment until he reads your expression.

his arms wrap around you.

a familiar scent, a familiar warmth.

“welcome home, hansol.”