Days, weeks, then months. Everything passes by a blur, same as the masses that walk past him on the roads every day but never came to his notice. Everything is the same. Soojung is the same. Her smile is the same, her wildflower scent is the same, even her tiptoe across his floorboards are the same. She lands on his lap again even when the couch seats more than him alone, even when the nights are warm enough for him to perspire between heartbeats. Those nights they simply spend closer, the more their skin dampening the more they attempt to dry off. Everything was the exact same.