She stares at the angelic face in the photo, the imprint of his chubby cheeks, the only feature she sees herself from his baby boy.

An exact copy of him.

She knew how similar Kyujae was to his father. His eyes, his nose, his smile. Playful expressions, yet so ever gentle. It was today that she was reminded again of how her little baby strike so much resemblance to his father.

5 years was not enough for her to forget about him, his face, his voice, his presence. He had changed; he seems tired and he had shed off the perfect boyfriend image: tall and gentle, the perfect next-door-boy that the girls lust after. He had became a man, his shoulders broader, his arms stronger.

5 years, the period of time she picked herself up after he left.