A moment of alone
As she stepped into the university, the familiar voice of Eun Woo reached her ears. Eun Woo, always quick to judge, had something to say: "Oh, look at this! Some poor girl snagged herself a rich boyfriend, huh? Who's that angel, huh?"
Angel clenched her fists, controlling her anger. She knew Eun Woo's gossiping tendencies all too well. With a calm demeanor, she replied, "Eun Woo, it's none of your business. Just mind your own affairs."
And so, the drama continued, fueled by curiosity and envy. Angel wondered how much longer she'd have to endure such comments. But deep down, she held onto hope—hope that someday, amidst the chaos, she'd find her own happines , continuing her daily work she met her besti and share some stories and on going classes after some time
As Angel stepped out of the university building, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow on the bustling campus. She couldn't shake off Eun Woo's words—those sharp, judgmental remarks that seemed to follow her wherever she went.
Her phone buzzed, interrupting her thoughts. It was Min, the mysterious man she'd met a few weeks ago. His message was simple: "Angel, I'm leaving for L.A. today. A performance awaits me there. But I promise, when I return, we'll meet again."
Angel's heart fluttered. She had grown fond of Min, their late-night conversations, and the way he called her "angel." But now, he was flying across oceans, leaving her behind. Would he remember her when he stood on that distant stage, bathed in spotlight?
She replied, "Min, break a leg in L.A. I'll be waiting for your return. And don't forget our deal—I'll treat you to a meal when you're back."
As the days turned into weeks, Angel immersed herself in her studies and modeling practice. The upcoming competition loomed, and she poured her heart into every move. But Min's absence left an ache—a void she couldn't fill. He is not only her idol but she started to fall for him
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Angel received a surprise package. It was a small box, elegantly wrapped. Inside, she found a delicate silver bracelet, adorned with a tiny angel wing charm. A note accompanied it: "For angel, until we meet again."
Tears welled up in her eyes. Min hadn't forgotten. The bracelet became her talisman, a reminder that somewhere out there, beyond the city lights and across the ocean, Min was thinking of her.
And so, Angel modeling with renewed passion, her movements infused with hope. She imagined Min watching her from afar, cheering her on. The stage became their bridge—a connection that transcended distance and time.
As the day of the competition arrived, Angel stood backstage, heart racing. The spotlight hit her, and she done modeling like never before. The audience held its breath, caught in the magic of her performance. And in that moment, Angel knew—whether Min was in L.A. or a thousand miles away, their story was still unfolding. . ..