She wished she had no sense of feeling but she was broken. She stared into nothingness, her hand held a picture of a smiling handsome young man who was unfortunate.

Myungsoo cupped her cheeks but she can’t feel it. Of course she can’t. He himself was stubborn, so was his tear duct – they threatened to fall.

“I’m sorry, but I love you,” his whisper and his voice cracked at the edge. “I promise to here for you... I’ll be here all the time. But be happy. I want you to be happy.”

He leaned closer and their lips touched. Both of them felt nothing, but Myungsoo hoped she felt it.

No, she can’t feel it. He’s a ghost. It is impossible for his girlfriend to feel her dead boyfriend’s kiss.

Myungsoo’s tears fell; he was disappointed.

She sobbed uncontrollably.

Both of them were crying.

One had lost his life and the love of his life...

...And the other the lost the love of her life.