He went to her the next day too, sitting solemnly beside her.

"Did you come to see Woohyun when I was under coma?" He asked.

"How did you know he was there?"

"It was you, right?"

"Was it true that you can see and hear me?"

"Was it even you?"

"I hope it was you."

"Why don't you wake up, Han Thora?"

"Wake up and tell me."

"Yah Han Thora."

"Han Thora."

"Han... Thora."

He wondered what made him so overwhelmed at that moment. Why did it hurt to say her name? He looked up to her face and held it in his hand. He caressed her cheek carefully. He came closer to her and he did something that he didn't know why he did.

He kissed her. He kissed her softly but long.

Why did it feel so familiar? Those lips?

"Yah Han Thora. Wake up, won't you?" He watched his own tears dropped on her face. "Please."

He let go of her and went out of the ward. He didn't know why his heart was hurting him so much. He didn't know why he wanted her to wake up so much.

Han Thora.

Han Thora.

Han Thora.

He kept on saying it, though it was hurting him badly. He fell asleep, with tears near the edge of him eyes.

He woke up to find himself inside a room or that was what he thought it was until he saw some light peeking out of the ceiling parting. He stood up and touched the ceiling, which lightly moved when it met his fingers. He pushed it and the light that entered the room hurt his eyes. When he could see clearly, he peered outside the room.

He was looking into nothingness, a white extended space that lead to nowhere. He climbed out and jumped down and when he looked behind him, he realised it was just a big box, with his name on it.

He ignored the box and began walking forward, following wherever his feet were taking him. He walked for so long that he began to grow tired. He sat down on the floor and lied down, trying to catch his breath. He shut his eyes for a moment before someone's