8 months later.

Jongdae saw Minseok for the first time on the television, singing with all his heart, with perfect high and low tones and with flawless endings.

He was becoming known, he was becoming something he had always wanted and Jongdae was happy for him.

Though a stream of clear water rolled down his cheeks.

Why? He thought but only to find out how much he envied Minseok of catching the train before it left.

He wished he would have been there as well. Singing, flying with wings and being known to the people around him.

But he had stopped wishing.

After the accident, after two months, after four months, he had stopped hoping.