It was a sunny day but also another boring and tiring day for her. Maybe it was because she was getting older or maybe it was because she just grew tired for her live. She wondered sometimes why she dared to think that way. She knew she should have been thankful for what she had had at her age. She had a house that would make people to drool because it was just big and beautiful. But what people didn’t know was how cold the house was inside. There was an ice between the couple whom lived inside the house.

She stepped inside the house and felt nothing. She lifted her head and in a second, she had stormed to the dining room and go up to the second floor through the stairs behind the dining table. She had seen her husband was sitting behind the dining table and already had coffees, which probably he made it by himself because she didn’t remember to make him one this morning.

“How was it?” Her husband called for her when she stepped onto the stairs.

She knew he was referring to her trip to their kids’ places. She also knew that he was trying to make a conversation with her. Although so, she had no power to do what he wanted to do.

“It was fine!” She yelled back as she quickly climbed on the stairs.

She was able to look how he bowed his head in disappointment due to her not-so-enthusiast answer. For a second, she felt sorry for him to have her as his wife. But she shrugged the thought away.

Once she was in their bedroom, she took away her shoes and put it tidily inside the wardrobe. She lost her balance for a moment and she blamed her old body that hadn’t worked properly lately. She was lucky she didn’t fall down.

She decided to go down stair. Maybe she could accompany her husband and for this time, have a proper conversation. But he had already gone. She sighed as she took a sit on the opposite seat her husband sat before and poured her a cup of coffee. She stirred her coffee with her mind wandered to a specific memory that had been put away for a while now.

The realization suddenly came to her. It was the day when he got into accident and left her alone. As she kept stirring her coffee, she somehow reminded of when they were lazily laying around in their room. Well, she was. He was stirring the paint as he would once or twice look at her before going back to his painting. His fingers were so wild when it was moving on the drawing paper.

They were young artists whom had never got reorganization from people. They were artists whom were building their live so one day people would look at them and recognize them as artists who had great works. It was fate that brought them to be a couple and now they had each other if they were down or when they were happy.

“Done, Himchan?” She asked as she giggled.

“Wait for a moment, Jeon Hyosung.” Himchan replied with a mocking voice as his fingers kept going wild on the paper.

“Hurry!” Hyosung said as she laughed. She knew she had pushed him to the edge by kept opening and dragging him into a conversation.

“Are you finished yet?” He laughed along with her as he turned the paper around to let her to see the drawing.

Hyosung smiled to him as she too, turned the paper she was holding.

“Hey, I don’t look like that!” Hyosung protested as she observed the drawing. She chuckled to her messy hair on Himchan’s drawing and how dark her eyes looked in the drawing.

“And I don’t look like that too,” Himchan said as he pointed to her drawing. His eyebrow was raised as he looked at her with a mocking expression. He pointed to his drawing where Hyosung added thin moustaches on his upper lips.

They laughed together as he reached for a tape to stick it to the wall. With laughter echoed in the room, they glued their drawings on the wall. Hyosung waited no longer to stand beside her drawing face.

“Do I look like this?” She asked with a pout to Himchan. She pointed to the messy hair and pointed to her own hair.

“You do.” He giggled.

“Yah!”

She came closer to him to hit him but he embraced her instead.

“I don’t look like that, you got a wrong girl image.” Hyosung whispered.

Himchan smiled to her and in no second their lips were getting dangerously closer. She knew what was coming next and how she would melt to the kiss he gave her. She was right. When he kissed her, she melted right away to the sweet kiss. She had to cling to him so that she wouldn’t fall over due to the sweetness that weakened her.

The 70 years old Hyosung sat on the edge of her cold bed. She the side bed next to her and silently hoping for Himchan to appear and sit beside her. She would be pleased to have him next to her right now because it was just too cold to be alone.

Her mind went back to the past. She remembered vividly how that day they decided to have a photoshoot so that she could capture Himchan’s handsomeness. He had never minded to the game because he was always proud to his face.

“Even if you dress me wildly, my face will always stand out!” He declared this when Hyosung was putting moustache on her upper lips.

Hyosung had told him to wear a fur jacket that they had bought earlier in a shop. They bought it because Hyosung was unable to tear her eyes away from the jacket and Himchan had to obey her to buy the jacket. He had never touched it before but Hyosung was stubbornly telling him to try it for their photoshoot session and he had to obey.

“Just shut up and try it!” Hyosung yelled to the other as she put the last touch for her fake mustache.

She approached Hicmhan who was looking at the jacket with a disgusting look. Hyosung had to snatch the jacket from him and force him to wear it.

“Sit there!” She told him as she looked for the camera.

“This is embarrassing,” He mumbled but Hyosung ignored it.

When she found the camera, she ordered him around to pose with the jacket. She even went as far as scolding him if he made a lazy face that showed how he felt about the jacket. Himchan groaned when they were finished with his photoshoot.

“Let me look at it!” Himchan snatched the camera from Hyosung’s hand.

“They’re great!” Hyosung announced proudly as she showed him the photos.

Himchan couldn’t contain his groan when he looked through every picture. He looked so disgusting but Hyosung kept slapping his hands whenever he wanted to rip his photos.

“This is not right,” He whined.

“This is so right,” Hyosung assured him.

He looked at her for a moment and said nothing which actually made her to feel nervous with his stare. It took a few seconds longer for him to pull her closer and get into a short kiss. Hyosung blushed but she quickly took a control over herself and pushed him to their bed.

“Isn’t it my turn to get my pictures t