Walking down the rainy, spring streets, Changjo pulled at his hair, cursing softly. As Byunghun popped up behind,

“See. . . I’m an Angel, no one else can see me, but the ones mourning over someone.”

Changjo turned around, looking at him in tears,

“No you’re not, you are just someone different from others. Some people just must be blind or something.”

He shook his head over and over, before the orange haired man spoke,

“It’s true, currently I’m in an coma from an accident I was in a year ago, I was a foolish man who had the world in his hand, he never took anything to heart,

and now he has a second chance, and here he is, trying.”  He sighed softly, running his fingers through his soft orange hair.

“And how it’s time for me to go, you’re happy now, and fully accepting the death of your brother.”

He walked away from Changjo who just stood in complete shock, without having the chance to respond.

When Byunghun came back up into heaven, he walked up to the man in charge, giving him the keys to the mailbox, 

“Here, I failed. I guess I’ll stay in heaven for the rest of my life.” The man looked up from his paper work,

“Oh Byunghun Lee, you are free to go back down in the Earth.” He gave the orange haired man a smile,

“Make sure you don’t trip now.” Byunghun looked at him shocked before nodding and bowing.

Running off into the white room, where all the people he helped came and greeted him,

he walked to the single white door in the room labeled ‘Earth’. When he entered the door, his body jerked, and woke up from his coma.

Christmas came around, and Changjo raced to the post office to deliver his present on time to his mom, as he was running,

he ran into a man, with orange hair.

“Ouch, look where you go please.”

Changjo looked up to see Byunghun looking down with a smile,

“Merry Christmas Changjo.”