"​​I am not a graceful person. I am not a Friday Night or a Sunday Morning. I am a Tuesday 2am. I am a gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window in February. My bones crack on a nightly basis, I fall from elegance with a dull thud. And I apologized for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the ecoes."

She sighs as she remember her unnie. Unnie...why did you leave me alone? She flinch after the thought oh her sister's body, Jessica's body to be exact, laying helplessly on the hospital's bed came to her mind. Unnie, i thought you won't leave me. Now what am I supposed to do? You're the one who always take care of me...no one cares about me. Since you leave...I never experienced the definition of 'happiness'. I...I forgot how to be happy. But I will smile and keep my head high, I do this all for you. You're gonna watch me from up there right unnie? I know you will, I want to make you and appa proud.