Jeohan and Santi
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Santi’s POV
As Levi and I arrived at the entrance of the play place Han and I used to take him to, my phone suddenly rang. When I checked the screen, I saw that it was Officer Perez. Sensing that it might be something important, I answered it but not before speaking to Levi first.
“Buddy, I just need to answer this, okay? Stay by Dadi’s side. We’ll go in after this,” I said, ruffling his hair.
He nodded obediently, and I brought the phone to my ear while keeping an eye on my son, who was staring excitedly at the play place.
“Hello?” I said to the person on the other end of the line. As I listened to Officer Perez, everything happened so fast.
“Levi!”
My head snapped up when I saw my son suddenly take off running.
I called out to him, but my voice dried in my throat the moment I saw who he was running toward.
Han.
Han is here.
Right in front of me.
For a moment, the entire world seemed to stop.
The scene before me felt painfully familiar not because I had lived it, but because I had dreamed about it almost every single night since the day Han left. In every dream I would fall to my knees, cry, apologize, and beg for another chance. I would do anything just to have him back in our lives.
And now, somehow, that dream was right in front of me.
I should have moved. I should have run to them.
But I couldn't.
It's like my feet froze on this mall’s cold tiled floor.
The voice on the other end of the call faded into meaningless noise. My hand slowly dropped to my side, the phone hanging uselessly in my grip as I stared at them.
At Han.
At Levi, who was jumping in joy and the baby in the stroller giggling as he held Levi’s hand.
And somehow, without even realizing it, my feet began to move. Until I was standing right in front of them. Close enough to know this wasn't another dream.
My throat tightened and my eyes burned.
And all I could manage to say was
“Han...”