Nam Woohyun woke up from his 2-hour sleep to the sounds of heavy pouring rain.

Rain, again. Why do I feel like the sky knows how I feel like now? Is the sky crying with me?

He took his phone from his bedside table and opened the screen lock. 4:30am. No calls, no texts, no voice messages.

Why? Did you really have to leave me?

        Woohyun recalled the bitter memory of his ex-lover and cried. He clutched his blanket and sobbed heartbreakingly. This has been happening for six weeks now. His sleep pattern is disturbed; he cries himself to sleep and wakes up at unholy hours to cry. His weight is progressively decreasing; he barely eats and barely interacts with people. He has been depressed and was actually diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder.

        “Woohyun oppa?”

        Woohyun turned his head to where the voice came from. Nam Jihyun, his younger sister, has her head poked out from the door.

        Oh God, oppa is getting worse, day by day.

        “Oppa? Are you okay?” Jihyun called again as she entered the room and sat on the edge of Woohyun’s bed.

        “Ne, Jihyun-ah.” Woohyun sniffed and forced a smile.

        “Whatever you say oppa, but just remember that me, eomma and appa are here for you.”

        “I know, Jihyun-ah. Ah, why is my dongsaeng taking care of me when it should be the other