That tired expression in your eyes always remain in me
Other than your breath, I can’t see your image and also can’t make you stay
More exhausted now, stop stop stop
Get out of everything, step step step
There is no return, even though ending it will cause tears.

- Park Jungmin, Not Alone
 

Some says that your memories are what made you, yourself.

Behind the glass windows, staring blankly towards the white snow covering the whole scenery outside, Jungmin quietly sipped his coffee. People complains that they can’t forget—be it the loss of someone precious, heartbreaks, separation, war. So why can’t he remember when he tries so hard already?

It was her—it had always been her. Yet whenever he tries to grasp that fleeting image he has of her, to make it stay for just a while longer, it eludes him. And every single time, it left him hollow, empty, desolate… as if she was the most important thing in his life that he needs to remember but couldn’t anyway.

Her image, like the smoke billowing from his cup, had dispersed into nothingness, and for how many times already, he felt like maybe he should challenge death once more, just to see if she’d come back to his memories.

She was the only clue to his past—to who he was, and who he had been that he could no longer recall.

And then a strangely familiar figure walked by him, and Jungmin hissed as words flashed by him like a jol