"Sometimes, being different is a lot easier than being the same."

People has asked me many times, about why I never left my house.

I answered them with the same answer, on and on.

"I just wanted to."

But, that's not the truth, no. It's never the truth. My mother told me to say so.

I wanted to leave, yes I did. But, people wouldn't let me.

My family wouldn't let me, for it was dangerous outside in the real world.

The human world.

I can't say that I didn't crave it, since I did.

The taste and feeling of the air's wind blowing against me.

I've always imagined that it would feel good, the wind.

But, if I did leave, people would say I'm dangerous. Because that's the truth.

I'm dangerous.

People don't know this yet, but when they do.

It's like a nightmare came true.

For my kind, isn't the good kind.

Kim Kibum is an odd child, always sitting next to the window, no contact with social life. Not one bit. People always asked her mother about why he never seemed to leave the household and she always replied for him. He just wanted to stay home. That was a false statement. He wanted to go outside, he always craved the feeling of life. For the fifteen years of his life, he's never felt the warm sunlight as he walked down the street, never had a love life, for it was too confusing. But, all he had, was a boy next door. He was kind, but he never noticed him. So, Kibum was stuck with a ghost. A ghost named Woohyun. Kibum's never heard of how he had died, though from accusation, he was murdered. That, or suicide. Kibum had decided from those two. Kibum's lived with lies all his life. Too many lies were covering up the true him. Too many were so false.

Kibum only thought the boy next door never noticed him, but he did. He always had. Too many times, had he glanced over secretively, looking at the beauty inside the other house. But, somethings were lies, just to cover up a mistake.

Because for Kibum, life was bittersweet.