Haneul stood where the shattered glass had laid. He stared at them, what had happened to him? To them? If he couldn't grasp himself, how could he grasp others? Take care of them? Love them? He cursed himself and walked away. He wasn't able to love again. If he could get a hold of himself again... maybe things would be different? He walked out and got back into his car. "Haneul, get yourself back together. Life doesn't stop because you do."

On his drive back home, he could only think about what had happen. He knew he messed up. He thought about if he could go back in time, fix everything. If he could do anything to make things the way they were before, he would. All that mattered was fixing what he had broken with Jaeseul, but it was too late. He pulled up into his driveway and laid in bed. He woke up in the most familiar, yet hated, place.

A/N: This is very short and it doesn't have much meaning besides explaining how the story starts so yeah.