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Forgetting is just forgetting. Then they call it something else. I'd like to forget what you did.
I've tried, but I can't.

Staring.

That was what Park Miyeon was good at.

In a room full of darkness and silence, all she did was stare. She stared, as her life passes away slowly and she let the time flow on it's own will, like she was waiting for something that would never come back. The wind blew, tapping the chimes that hung at her window, destroying the silence that surrounds Miyeon. She lifted her head slowly and stared at the now moving chimes. Then there she was, doing was she did best - to stare.

With the chimes slowing down, Miyeon tore her gaze away from it and looked at the photograph in her hand. The photograph that was filled with memories. Memories of love, of him, of her. A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she caressed the photograph with her fingers. 

For the first time for that day, Miyeon decided to let words slip out of .

"A dream."

She stopped caressing the photograph and stared at the little girl who's standing in the middle of her and her husband, Jimin, with a beautiful smile plastered on her face. Her hand lingered over it as she stared at the little girl. Staring. Miyeon was staring again.

No one knew how long she kept her gaze over the little girl on the photograph. It was as if Miyeon was trying to figure out who the girl was or why she was in the photo with them. It was only when the door of her room opened ever so slowly that Miyeon finally lifted her head and decided to take a rest. She cringed her eyebrows as she gently closed her eyes, feeling the weight they burdened as she kept them opened for the rest of the day, staring at random things.

It was when a prescence stood beside her that she felt opening once again.

"I've been having this weird thoughts lately."

She felt the person knelt down in front of her and felt another hand over hers. She slowly opened her eyes and looked straight at the beautiful brown orbs that were staring right back at her. The person smiled as he caressed Miyeon's hand in his and gently kissed the back of it.

"What kind of thoughts?" he asked making Miyeon