Her cold eyes fluttered shut, her breathing stopped and her skin became cold. I stepped back, walking into Taeyeon; and ran out the room. I ran to the car park, got in the car; and drove home, speeding way over the limit. I slammed the door of my car, pushed the door open and grabbed my notepad. I took an ink pen that was on the table, and sat down. I looked at the lined sheet, and began to write.

Tiffany. . .