As soon as Sandara sleeps, something shifts inside her mind like a door openning and letting that locked part of her out. Not only letting out the memories she can't remember but also the inhibitions, the desires that Sandara kept from herself.

She opens her eyes and sat up, automatically pulling out her hair from it's irritating bun. She stood up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She went out later wearing only a towel around her, she went straight to the fridge took out an apple and bit into it.

She walked towards her closet and took out a box placed at the very back; something Sandara wouldn't easily come across, not unless she cleaned out and arrange her closet.

She sat on the bed placing it in front of her. She took out the cover and took out the pictures.

-Pictures of her and Minho.

She looked so happy; once in her life she thought she already found something that's always missing in her life.

True Love...

But he just threw all of it back in her face and saying all of it was a lie.

Her hands are trembling as she held the pictures ; restraining herself from crumpling , tearing  or even burning them.

Before Sandara woke up from the Coma, she woke up first - Her body is still weak so she can't do anything about the anger she felt. His voice sounded again in her head...

"I'm tired of playing with you... Bored of being around you..."