He wore a scrubs of white, crisp from starch, white from bleach. But neither did he smell like flour, or stink

like disinfectant. He smelled like flowers, like Cherry Blossoms that danced to their death outside the

hospital.

Seung hyun smiles at the children running along the hallway, hospital gowns fluttering after them. He tells them, "Careful."

The children only laughs at him, and threw a paper plane right on his face.

"Choi-ahjussi is boooorrrriiinnng." They say in a sing-song voice, like an anthem.

They were the children of yellow, because they were bright like sunshine. He had always hated them.

Their existence glared at his eyes, their brightness of hope was warm and it annoyed the out of him.

Because sunshine children always die in twilight. Their skin dull yellow. Everywhere skin, hairless

sunshine. Leukemic children who he had decided to be aloof with. There is no reason to be warmed by

them only to feel cold when they die. He hated them. Hated how familiar they were with him, hated how

they would ask him to sneak in ketchup for their dry, tasteless porkchop. He hate them. He was just a

nurse, hoping to go further in becoming a doctor after he gets more money. This was just a transition phase.

So he hated them because he cared more than he should, more than he really allowed himself to.

"Choi-ahjussi," one of the children pull at the hem of his scrub, he tries not to remember her name. Yuna.

His head acts against his heart. "Are you here to see, Dara-unnie?"

He pats the girl's head and give her a nod.

-oxo-

"Sandara" he calls to her as he enters her room of white. She was sitting by the window. The blue drapes

painted with with white waves flowed with the wind. She told him she liked the sea, misses it terribly. So

while she was sleeping one day, he changed her curtains to a bright blue ocean. When she woke up, she

could not stop crying.

She looks back, slowly because movement was slow slithers of pain. She had thick black hair, short and

drooping