I have to tell you something.

It might not be what you want to hear but it's the truth. I can't promise that this will be the end, because judging from where I am right now, it's only the beginning.

Minwoo had never been able to experience a lot of things during high school. At a young age, he's taken a liking to drawing little sceneries that would capture his eyes and as he practiced every single creation it developed into something at what you would call, art.

Something not a lot people can do, Minwoo always had a talent for creativity, many were jealous of him whenever his name was called out as winning first prize in an art competition. But what was so different about his sketchings is that he never attempted to draw a living thing. It always had to be something that could be still, at times, like a tree slightly swaying with the wind. Every detail would be perfect, but teachers wanted him to draw something more real. 

He never wondered why, let alone even realize that he never drew a person before. But now, after seeing a particularly girl in the park, he couldn't even remember when he lifted the pencil.