Episode 4
Hospital Corridor – Late Night
Mr. Kim was sitting outside Yuria’s room, exhausted but unable to leave his daughter’s side. He looked up as Yun-soo’s mother approached, her face filled with determination but also sadness.
Mr.kim
Standing up, smiling wearily Thank you for coming by. Yuria would be happy to see you
Yun-soo mom
Hesitant, looking down Mr. Kim… I need to talk to you. It’s about Yun-soo
Mr.kim
Noticing her expression......... Is everything okay?
Yun-soo mom
Taking a deep breath I’ve made a decision. I’m taking Yun-soo away from Seoul… we’ll be leaving tonight.
Mr.kim
Shocked What? You’re leaving? But Yun-soo’s still recovering, and Yuria… she needs him now more than ever. They’ve been through so much together.
Yun-soo mom
*Voice wavering* That’s exactly why I have to do this. My son barely made it out of that accident alive. If he hadn’t been in that car… if I hadn’t let him go, he would be safe right now.
Mr.kim
Pleading I understand your fear. But separating Yun-soo from Yuria now… it’ll break her. She’s already lost so much. Yun-soo is one of the few people who can help her heal.
Yun-soo mom
Firmly I’m sorry, but I can’t risk my son’s safety any longer.
Mr.kim
but....can you please not leave right now...wait until...kids discharge
Yun-soo mom
I'm sorry... I already lost my husband...I can't risk anymore
Yun-soo mom
more then that he doesn’t remember the past two years, he doesn’t even remember Yuria… maybe that’s for the best. If he stays away from her, he’ll be safe.
Mr.kim
Desperate Please, think about this. Yun-soo and Yuria have a bond that goes beyond memory
Yun-soo mom
*Eyes filled with tears*
Mr.kim
Even if he doesn’t remember her now, he might one day. And she… she needs the comfort of having him close.
Yun-soo mom
I’ve made up my mind. I can’t watch him suffer any more. I don’t want him to have any reminders of what happened. He deserves a chance to be safe and start fresh.
Mr.kim
Sighed, realizing he couldn’t change her mind. The sorrow in his eyes was mirrored in hers, both parents bearing the weight of love and loss.
Mr.kim
Whispering At least let her say goodbye… she deserves that much.
Yun-soo mom
Shakes her head I’m sorry, Mr. Kim, but I can’t. Yun-soo doesn’t remember her, and I don’t want him to. This is best for everyone.
Without another word, she turned and walked down the hall, disappearing into Yun-soo’s room to collect him. Mr. Kim watched helplessly as she gathered her son, Yun-soo still unaware of the memories he was leaving behind.
Moments Later – Outside the Hospital
Yun-soo’s mother guided him out of the hospital, her heart heavy as she glanced back one last time. Yun-soo was quiet, drowsy from medication and still disoriented. She didn’t tell him anything, not about Yuria, not about the accident. To her, this was a way to protect him
Min yun-soo
Sleepily, as they walked Mom, where are we going?
Yun-soo mom
*Forcing a small smile *We’re going somewhere safe, Yun-soo. Somewhere you can rest and get better.
He nodded, not questioning her further. They disappeared into the night, leaving Seoul—and Yuria—behind.
Funeral Scene – A Week Later]
It was a quiet, gray morning as the Kim family and close friends gathered at the cemetery to say their final goodbyes to Mrs. Kim. A soft drizzle had started, as if even the sky shared in their sorrow.
Mr. Kim stood near the front, his face pale but composed. Inside, he was breaking, but he knew he had to stay strong for his children.
Mr.kim
Whispering softly at her casket My love… I never thought I’d be here without you. But I promise, I’ll take care of everything. I’ll raise our children with all the love and strength you would have given.
Mr.kim
*Pauses, a tear slipping down his face* Wait for me. One day, I’ll join you… but not yet. They need me now.
He placed a single white rose on the casket and took a deep breath, silently vowing to keep his promise.
[Family and Friends Sharing Memories]
Close family friends approached, each one placing a small flower or token beside the casket as they paid their respects.
Mr.Choi
An old friend of Mrs. Kim She was such a light in our lives. Always the first to help, always with a warm smile… turns to Mr. Kim and the kids You children have her heart, her kindness. She lives on in each of you.
The Children’s Reflections]
Je-hwan, Se-hwan, and Tae-sung gathered together, their faces a mixture of sadness and determination.
Kim je-huan
To his brothers Mom always told us to look after each other. wiping his eyes I don’t want her to be disappointed, so… we have to stay close, okay?
Kim Se-huana
Nodded silently, his lips quivering as he tried to hold back his tears
Kim tae-sunga
I’ll always remember her cooking… she’d make my favorite dish whenever I was sad.”
They held hands tightly, supporting each other in their grief.
Yuria stood a little apart from her brothers, looking lost and holding a small bouquet of her mother’s favorite flowers. She barely understood why everyone was here, and her heart clung to the hope that somehow her mother might still come back.
Kim yu-ria
To her father, whispering Is Mommy really not coming back, Daddy?
Mr.kim
Knelt down, placing a hand on her shoulder, his heart breaking at her innocent question.
Mr.kim
Voice trembling Mommy… Mommy had to go somewhere very far, sweetheart. But she’ll always be with us, in our hearts, watching over you.
Yuria nodded slowly, her little face reflecting a mixture of sadness and confusion.
As the family moved through the gathering, others came forward to share their memories of Mrs. Kim, reminding everyone of the impact she had on their lives.
Mrs. Lee, a regular at the restaurant: She always knew everyone’s favorite dish. Every time I visited, she’d have it ready, just for me. She treated us all like family. The restaurant won’t be the same without her warmth.
Mr. Park, a family friend: I remember how she’d volunteer at the school events, always making sure every child felt special. to Mr. Kim She was the heart of this community, and we’ll never forget her.
As stories of her kindness, laughter, and strength filled the air, Mr. Kim felt a renewed sense of purpose. His wife had touched so many lives, and it was up to him to carry on her legacy for their children.
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