Joon Young walked with light steps and paused in front of the door. He  braced himself by inhaling a deep breath and pushed open the door with a gentle smile on his face greeting Yoo Mi cheerfully,“Good Evening, Poca. Did you know that on my way here, I heard the radio playing our song, The Sense of an Ending?”

Yoo Mi's heart monitor beeped rhythmically, according to her heart beat.

He placed the bouquet of white lilies that he had brought with him, into the vase. He continued, “It has been quite some time since we last listening to it together. Do you want to listen to it with me?”

His gaze fell on the pale beauty that was lying unconscious in front of his eyes, expecting a reply even though he knew the chances would be slim. The small cuts on her face had begun to heal, he made sure that she would be receiving the best treatment, so that her face will stay beautiful like always.
Joon Young sat on the chair by the bedside and fumbled through his backpack to grab his iPod. He browsed through his playlist and carefully plugged in one of the ear buds in  Yoo Mi’s ear. Plugging the other bud into his. As he pressed play, Joon Young indulged himself into the song that held thousands of memories of them.

Your cold voice
It seems like something is wrong
I can’t figure out your heart

Joon Young whispered, “My Buin, Poca… listening to this brings back a lot of memories for us right?”

At the sudden plans
I look at myself in the mirror
I tell myself it’s probably nothing and leave the house

Joon Young smiled bitterly, running his fingers through Yoo Mi’s hair.    

I think my heart figured it out, my footsteps get slower
I don’t think I can bear to look at
The pretty face that will break up with me

Joon Young tucked the loose strand behind her ear and whispered softly, “I would do anything that you want me to. Please wake up. Just tell me what you want, my Buin."

What should I say?
What face should I make?
Won’t my turned back look too in pain?
Should I cry and cling on?
Should I show my weak side?
I’m afraid of seeing you from far away

"Please wake up soon dear. Don't leave me alone... I am begging you, I can't live without you. I love you.” Pressing his lips against her forehead softly, hoping that it will relay all his feeling to her.

I guess it’s really going to be over
I keep running out of breath
Though I’m not confident to let you go
A breakup where one takes a step back
That’s probably the grown-up thing to do
(Your cold voice, it seems like something is wrong)

“My buin, stop pretending to be a sleeping beauty, it doesn’t suit you... You are meant to be my Pocahontas.” Cracking a joke, only to chuckle pitifully on his own.
“Please open your eyes and smile for me like how you always do for me.” He pleaded desperately.

What should I say?
What face should I make?
Won’t my turned back look too in pain?
Should I cry and cling on?
Should I show my weak side?
I’m afraid of seeing you from far away

At this rate, he would give up everything that he had, just to see his beautiful wife's lips form into a smile. Reality had struck, Joon Young's chuckled was bitter, he knew that it was a futile attempt to spark up a conversation with someone who was in a coma.

He sighed dejectedly, planting another kiss on her forehead.

A cry escapes and tears fall
I get angry at myself for being like this
The minute, the second that passes
Can’t it stop here?
I’ll practice lying to say I’m alright
But why are you growing faint from far away?

“Alright, I know that you are tired and need some rest. You may take your time, but please remember that I will always be here waiting for you.” His tears dripped against her porcelain face. It was another one of those long night for him. Updating Yoo Mi with his day and poured out all his feelings, hoping that his feelings could get to her.

"Did you know that this is a meaningful song for me? Besides the fact that it is my début song, but because, you're in it. That you as well have become part of my dream." He shared it with the unconscious Yoo-Mi.

"I have a lot of things that I am sorry for... If only I treated you right, things won't turn out to be like this. Everything was my fault. You deserved a better man. A man who will treat you right. A man who you dreamed that is caring, warm and a true gentleman. Not a jerk like me." Blamming himself for Yoo Mi’s condition.

Joon Young kept reprimanding him, "What a lucky bastard I am, to have someone like you staying by my side, and I take you for granted."

He continued with his routine every night, by humming a soft melody for Yoo-Mi and holding her hand until he fell asleep.

Joon Young was disturbed by the hoarse voice that was trying to wake him up. "Joon Youngie, my Joon Young, have you been having a tough time? Let me see your face." Joon Young was in disbelief, to see his late grandfather right in front of him.

The elder smiled, "Come here and give me a hug."

Without a second thought, Joon Young rushed towards the old man whom he had missed so much, hugging him with all his might.

He queried, "Am I dead? Is that why that I can see and touch you, grandpa?"

The old man chuckled, "I am here for a reason. You need me."

The old man turned his face and his gaze fell on Yoo Mi. "I can see that she is a nice girl. You have done a good job in choosing her as your wife. It's a shame that her life ended so early."

Joon Young panicked, "Are you here to take her, grandpa? You can't do that! You can take me with you instead!"

The elder man's gaze turned soft, "Do you love her that much, Joon Youngie? Are you willing to do anything for her?"