~***~ Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. ~***~ Sunggyu never knew how to stand straight without Woohyun.

  Blood everywhere. His vision was blurred by the liquid smeared on his face, dripping from his scalp. His disorientated senses couldn’t help him to discern up from down and the dizziness he was feeling was too overwhelming to move. The belt was cutting his blood circulation and his legs felt like cotton. He could hear voices outside, out of the darkness which surrounded him, but he couldn’t tell who was speaking. They sounded frantic and anxiou