I’m Yunah.
I’m not really sure how to start these things. I always get weird about talking about myself. Not because I don’t like who I am—I just prefer listening. It feels safer. More natural. People tell you a lot when they think you’re just the quiet one sitting next to them.

I’m not quiet, by the way. I just wait for the right moments.

Anyway, I’m fifteen. I like mint tea, cozy socks, and sitting by windows when it rains. I knit a little. I don’t talk about that much, because people always think it’s weird, but it’s calming. I like things that are calming. Everything moves so fast lately. Everyone’s always talking like the world’s about to end. I’m just trying to breathe through it.

I’m Minju’s best friend. Or maybe her only friend, depending on the day.

She’s amazing. Even when she doesn’t feel like it. Especially when she doesn’t feel like it. She’s clumsy in this sort of lovable, “why is the juice on the ceiling” kind of way, and she laughs too loudly when she’s nervous. She always thinks everything is her fault, and I wish I could carry that weight for her, just for a little while.

I’m not lucky. Neither is she. But I don’t really care about luck—I care about her. That’s why I’m here. I’ll sit with her in the weirdest messes, and I’ll wait with her through the storms, and I’ll walk her home if her shoelaces break again (they always do).

Lately, though something’s different.
It’s changing.
And not in a small way.

And I’m not sure what that means. For them. For me. For all of us.

But whatever happens, I’ll be right here.
With mint tea.
And probably band-aids.
Because knowing Minju, someone’s gonna fall down again.