Every summer, they would take a nine hour trip to get away from the mainland. For her, she knows this could be her last. For him, he wonders why he could never say the words.

Their relationship was something they didn’t know how to define. And, for them, that was completely fine.

Is she Jung Soo Jung or Krystal? She wonders who will answer her.

He didn't think that to be able to see the difference in colour, this is what had to happen.  

He didn't know why the apartment felt so empty – but he did now.

She splattered the gray of his walls with vibrant hues he had long forgotten.

She was dead, and he was pretty sure it was all his fault.

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living. -Cicero