It's been a year since that day we lost her. I am now one of the famous models of South Korea together with Sooyeon. She's still dating Sunny who has become a freelance songwriter. Her sister Krystal started training at MLH to become the new successor of Mr. Mitoba. She and her family decided to move in to South Korea after that incident that crippled us for many weeks. I have stopped working in Woo Bin's café months ago since it only hurts me to see him. His face always reminded me of that Grim Reaper who resembled his sister.

"You really should stop smoking you know? It's not gonna help you," Seung Ho, the guy I often slept with, told me when I lit another cigarette while resting my back at the headboard. I can't remember how many times I've done this during the days I'm not at work. This "making love with him thing" to free me from depression...To make me temporarily forget the pain of losing her. In other's eyes we're dating. But emotion-wise, we're nothing like that. He's not a boyfriend to me. I am using him despite the fact that he loves me. Seung Ho was one of my friends in college. One of the many guys who confessed to me yet I rejected them because I can't feel any sparks.

"Let's break up," I said apathetically.

"What?"

"You and I know that I don't and cannot love you. I'm just playing with your feelings, Yo Seung Ho. You know that so well so stop making yourself my victim."

He looked at me with prying eyes. "You're still waiting for her."

I bit my lower lip. Hard but not enough to make it bleed.

"She told me that not even death can keep us apart. And I'm a fool for forgetting that. I have to believe in it again so that I can feel her presence. If Jessica is truly dead, I believe she's watching over me." I pressed the cigarette on the ashtray and looked directly into his eyes. "I'm sorry, Seung Ho. I'm sorry I cannot love you back."

"I'll break up with you only in one condition."

"What is it?"

"Return to your old self, Yoona. Your old self when you still have her. Because this is not the kind of life she wants for you. A life wherein you're messing up with yourself off cam...Can you do it for me?... For her?"

I will. I should. "Yes."

"Then I'm letting you go. Thank you for the two months that you let me love you."

After leaving