Morning. Jiwoo's bedroom is ordinary and quiet. No breakfast tray, no boy, no glow. The desk clock reads 7:12 AM.

Jiwoo tears through her room, checking under blankets, desk, window, and notes. Everything related to him feels absent except her notebooks.

Jiwoo rushes through the apartment building and neighborhood, searching places that mattered during the seven days.

Dalbit Mart convenience store in late morning, fictional signage only. Delivery crates and strawberry milk cartons are stacked near the entrance.

At the entrance of Dalbit Mart, Jiwoo collides with a part-time worker carrying strawberry milk cartons.

Outside Dalbit Mart, the part-time worker looks up. He has Seojun's face but not the impossible polish of the wish.

The convenience store entrance feels suspended. Customers pass behind them without noticing the emotional wreckage.

Outside Dalbit Mart, Seojun stands with a carton in hand, the store glass reflecting Jiwoo behind him. The mood is fragile, not magical spectacle.

The sidewalk outside the convenience store warms with late morning light. The spilled cartons are gathered in a crate between them.

A small outdoor table beside Dalbit Mart. Fictional store posters in background. Jiwoo and real Seojun sit with canned coffee between them.

At the outdoor table, Jiwoo's pink phone buzzes. A scheduled note appears from yesterday.

Jiwoo and real Seojun walk down the sunlit neighborhood street away from Dalbit Mart. Fictional signs only. The mood is open-ended and tender.