I'm staring at the blank canvas in front of me; having paint brush on my right hand and a palette on the left.

I saw my old things while I was cleaning my condominium and something drag me to get these things out and paint something, but now that it's in front of me I can't think of anything to make.

I hissed at myself and started to paint something. A dog? Maybe that's okay, I'm just trying this after all.

My sweat is falling down on my face as I finish what I want to do. I frowned at myself when I saw the whole thing that I just created-- it looks like a paint of a 3 grader, jeez.

I sighed at myself and slowly shook my head. I threw the brush on the box where I saw it and along with the palette. It's useless, I forgot how to paint... I can't paint anymore.

" wait a minute! " I shouted when I heard my doorbell rang. I immediately placed the canvas on the box and kicked it on the corner.

When I opened the door, I saw Moonbyul standing in front of my door, she has that smile on her face that she always had. It's been four days since we went to that museum and it's the last time I saw her, she disappeared like a bubble after that. What is she doing here now?

" annyeong, Yongsun! "she brightly greeted me. I frowned at her way of calling me, it's very weird to hear someone call me by my real name especially her since we're not that close.

" annyeong, Moonbyul? " I hesitated a bit.

" uwa, hearing my name from you is so good! I should record it sometime-- but wait... did you paint? " she asked with eyes wide open. She pointed my hand that's covered with spot of paints and my shirt that has spot of paint as well-- jeez, I made a lot of mess while painting.

" ani, I'm just coloring my wall " I lied. I don't know, but I feel like if I said yes, she will force me to make her see what I did and I can't let her see that paint that looks like a third grader's painting.

" but it doesn't smell like a paint for walls " she smiled cheekily at me and before I knew it she's already inside of my house. This may be called trespassing, right? I mean... I can sue her!

" why would you throw this thing away without care " she asked while getting everything out from my canvas to the brush that I threw inside the box.

She's holding the canvas where I painted the dog that looks like third grader's art. She is looking at it like she's memorizing every detail of it. I can't hold it anymore, I grabbed the canvas from her and hid it behind my back-- it's too embarrassing.

" can you please leave? And please don't just barge inside my house? This may be called trespassing! I can sue you! " I said while having red face from embarrassment.

" do you think I'm trespassing? " she chuckled a bit and started to walk towards me, I have no choice but to walk backwards as she comes to me until my back felt the cold walls.

" don't you remember? " I frowned at her-- remember what?

" one month before you left this co