She was an accident that fell from the sky - the heir to the H consortium. She was swept into the waters of country C by a storm during a high-altitude skydiving and fell unconscious on the beach in Wangjinli. He was the squadron leader of the border post, and he picked her up from the waves in the evening when the sea was filled with fog. Two souls separated by the same border for seventy years came together awkwardly and slowly in this small fishing village on the east coast.
She learned how to make kimchi in Sister-in-law Kim's kitchen, how to collect fishing nets on Kim Da-hwan's boat, and how to identify every herbal medicine in Dr. Han's clinic. He told her under the old oak tree that the car lights on the other side were like fireflies; he ran three kilometers on a stormy night just to help her hold down the wind-blown canvas; in the alley of Griff, he put a shell picked up from the beach into her palm.
He said, "I'll wait for you." She said, "I'll come."
From Seoul to Griff, from Griff to the capital, and from the capital to Wangjinli - a three thousand kilometer journey, she walked over and over again. Not to prove anything, just because that person was there. The sea fog will disperse, the borders will be sealed, winter will come, and spring will go. But she would get through it all to meet him.
This is a story about "coming" - not waiting, not expecting, but measuring the distance with your feet and fulfilling your promise with actions. When you decide to meet someone, all the sea fog turns into moonlight.
Here she comes. She keeps coming.
