Time had a way of shaping wounds into scars, but for Youra, the scars of betrayal still held their sting. While her friendship with Baekhyun provided a welcome distraction from the pain, the memories of Haneul continued to haunt her, a constant reminder of shattered trust and unfulfilled promises.

One afternoon, as the sun hung in the sky, casting a warm and golden glow across the city, Youra found herself seeking solace in a quiet café. She sat by the window, a cup of tea cradled in her hands, her gaze distant as she watched the world outside. The gentle hum of conversations and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, creating a soothing ambiance amidst the tumult of her thoughts.

Baekhyun's unexpected appearance stirred her from her reverie as he entered the café, a small plate of pastries in his hands. His presence sent a jolt through her, and she looked up, momentarily surprised. His warm smile welcomed her, and she found herself nodding, inviting him to join her at the small table.

"Mind if I join you?" Baekhyun's voice was soft, a touch of concern underlying his words. She shook her head slightly, offering a faint smile in return as he settled into the chair across from her. The fleeting moment of awkwardness was overshadowed by a shared understanding that words weren't necessary to bridge the gap between them.

She smiled softly, shaking her head. "Not at all."

He settled into the chair beside her, handing her a pastry. "So, what's on your mind?"

Youra sighed, her fingers tracing the rim of her teacup. "It's just... sometimes I feel like I'm making progress, moving forward. But then a memory of him comes crashing back, and I'm back to square one."

Baekhyun's gaze was steady, his expression one of understanding. "You know, healing isn't linear. It's more like a tangled mess of emotions. You can't expect yourself to forget overnight."

"I know," she whispered. "I just wish it didn't hurt so much."

He leaned back in his chair, gazing at the stars that began to twinkle overhead. "Pain has a way of shaping us, of teaching us things we never thought we needed to learn."

A pang of longing gripped Youra's chest. "Do you ever wonder if you'll be able to trust again? To let someone in?"

Baekhyun's smile was gentle. "I think it takes time. And the right person, perhaps."

She turned to him, curiosity in her eyes. "Have you found that person?"

He chuckled, a twinkle in his eye. "Not yet, but I'm hopeful."

Their conversation flowed seamlessly, switching between deep introspection and light-hearted banter. B