That Gaze That Swallows Me

In her view, a man was only needed for one night. Her parents had forced her marry a man to pay off their debts; even then, she believed him when he said he loved her. She paid dearly for that naïve rationale three years later when she found herself divorced from her husband—with sausage and egg—and no one taking to the street, man or woman, without its coach. She no longer wanted love, or the hollow words of affection. Kwon Yuna, an art auctioneer, has been divorced after her husband made a fool out of her on Saturday. One evening in a bar, she meets a man, and, without any concern of repercussions, walks away with him for a rendezvous. One night to fulfill fantasies should have been enough, but without warning he re-introduces himself into her life, and she enters into a relationship she no longer can escape, like being drawn into a tsunami. “Don’t you worry. That night was just too good, that’s all.” She liked the emotional space between them, despite their bodies melting together under the weight of burly seductions. Everything was good until the day he suddenly traverses some invisible line. “Sorry, but I have no more plans to refrain from communicating how I feel”. Kwon Yuna: a woman who has given up on love and has no plans to fall in love again.