Jeongyeon had never had much choice, not when it came to Mina.

Not at first, anyway.

Friends only because their parents had been, had fallen apart as easily as they came together.

Jeongyeon had hated her, how she seeped into every facet of her life.

Mina had chosen to weather her anger. And when Mina had chosen to run away, Jeongyeon had chosen to be selfish.

Jeongyeon had asked her to stay, then.

Mina had chosen to love her.

Sitting here, the weight of her wedding ring against her chest, Jeongyeon wonders if it was the right choice, after all.