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With soft breathes and sighs that come in between, she envelops her own self in a killing silence in front of a broken television. Even the radio sounds all choke up and word by word, songs by songs are all swallowed in the middle of loosened transmission. She sits on the couch all alone again tonight, with an orange kitten purring and mewling at her feet, seeking for attention that it will never get.  She could care less about its existence at the moment as she busily wanders and lost herself in the daze of nothingness. She could only remember his poker face, unfazed and cold expressions plastered all over his façade. That man has his own axis but that’s not the case with that woman. She keeps rotating around the man she loved as if she is the moon to the ignorant earth. She will keeps longing and yearning for his love that was never hers. ‘Hoya, are you happy with Eunji now?’