CHORONG UNNIEEE!!! NOOO!!!" Bomi screamed at the top of her lungs.

The bloody figure lying on the ground after the car crash was no other than Bomi's beloved one. 

It rained really hard on the day of funeral. Bomi's tears merged with the rain as she watched the coffin being buried. Ever since the day chorong was gone forever, it rained like forever, well in bomi's eyes, it was never sunny. Even the sky cried for her. She cried like raindrops falling everyday. The flowers never bloom and her rain never stops. She hates herself. She regretted everything she did on the day of the incident. If only she forgave her. If only she followed her to the cafe. If only she never started the fight, chorong will be fine.

Bomi walked out of her apartment, only to be greated by the cold december wind. She shivered as she walked down the streets filled with festive season. Singing of carols could be heard from the houses. Families were having their nice christmas eve dinner in their cozy warm houses. Bomi envied the warmth and the love. She missed the times when chorong was still around. They would celebrate christmas every year without fail and sing their favourite christmas carols together. She smiled upon remembering those happy times. The streets are dark and cold, no shops were opened and it was such an unpleasant sight. It's sad to see how empty the streets are, just like her heart. Nothing can ever fill that emptiness. The coldness on h