Yonghwa POV

I really love my world now, photography.

When my childhood's friend Jungshin gave his camera to me, I started to love what did he love.

Yah, before he died several years ago , he gave me this camera so I could continue his journey to be a real photographer.

At first time, I didn't understand how to take a good photo but I could used it when I tried for the second time somehow.

I took sceneries photos today at the beach near my house.

That beach is pretty amazing but weirdly it always silence,

maybe because it located far from people's residents. When I was about went home,

I saw something that putted at the edge of the beach, I came closer and...

"Bottle?" I mumbled as I took that blue bottle. That bottle contained a paper inside.

"Who's bottle is this? Is the owner left this bottle purposefully or it dropped?" In my thought.

I took that bottle and I came here tomorrow, maybe the owner would come out.

Next day

I found a bottle with same color and there was a letter just like yesterday

"Who's actually the owner of this bottle? How could there's a same bottle as yesterday?" I mumbled

Finally, I often found the same bottle and in a same place in a week.

It made me curious to open that bottle, but I postponed my intention.

And I swear I would go there tomorrow morning till the dawn,

I wanted know who's the owner, I'll wait whether it's boy or girl.

And the next day at 5.20 p.m. at the beach, I purposefully waited at hidden place.

And I didn’t wait too long for it, there was someone came and sat on a place that I used to found the bottles.

"A girl?" I muttered

I was staring at that girl, she was enjoying the sun that started to set down.

I couldn't see her face clearly cause it was dark

but her face that exposed by the sun light made her seemed so pretty.

I didn't miss that rare moment as I took several photos of her.

Half of an hour passed, she raised and left something, yeah a bottle.

"So she's the owner?"

I didn't meet her, I waited till she went home.

Then I approached that place and I took the bottle.

I thought, so she put that bottles all this time purposely.

I went home and entered my room.

I took all the bottles according to the order of the day I found those.

Finally my curiosity made me want to open those.

I opened the first bottle and the first message said

Message 1

I'm sick of this…

What did I see, I hear and I feel…

Why did all of those just make me feel more pain...

Is this life that I expect?

No, it's not.

When I want to laugh in the middle of people outside

I just trapped by loneliness...

When I want to feel love from people who're surrounding me

I just can cry in loneliness...

There aren't places to complain, place to lean or even to entertain myself

Where are the people actually?

Then I took the second message, it said...

To be continue...