Eunji loved these late-night strolls, which she had been doing for a quite a while now. It's the only time she can fully relax, not bearing anything in mind and just walk breathing the cool night air. She has never mentioned these late night escapades to anyone, not also her group members, or else they will bombarding her with too many questions.    And today too, she is on one of her those capers.    She reached a park, where there were only a handful of people: a couple trying out those exercise machines, two teenagers just chilling, an old woman sitting on a bench, and a man lying down on the grass, possibly staring at the stars above. She immediately spotted her favourite spot, swings, and plopped down on one. It always was exciting to see one of those empty, as a kid it was always hard to find an empty one. She swung by herself, once or twice bending back to feel like flying. Her hair would almost touch the artificial sand underneath.    She was loving this alone time a lot, until she heard another squeaky sound of the adjacent swing, which meant there was someone sitting there now, and she needs to be careful not to be recognised, even though she had hooded and masked herself. Her swinging gradually decreased and she was planning to stop it there and leave.    But then, the person mumbled,   "It's liberating to play swing, isn't it? Like you're flying far away from this problematic world?"   She was reluctant to reply to this stranger, who was also masked like her, but his sad tone gave her heart a tug, and the words just slipped .   "It is. It is the only experience of flying you get even you are a small kid, and you can place your feet on ground whenever you want to go back to the world."   She thought he chuckled a bit.    "You are right. Do you come here often?" He asked   "Well, sometimes, whenever I need some me-time." She replied automatically.   "Oh, then I'll leave you to your reverie then." And he was about to get up.   "Ani, ani. You look like you need to talk with someone" She just felt like that.   "But, you don't know me, nor I know you." He reasoned   "Well, it is sometimes easier to spill it to a stranger than to someone you know." She defended herself   "Hmm. true." He whispered.   She waited. He just sighed.   "Is it a relationship problem?" She asked first   "Kind of" He replied tersely.   "Hmm. Broke up?"   He nodded.   "Well,  I don't know what to say since I have only had one-side crushes" She chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood   She thought he was annoyed when he didn't say anything, But a few seconds later, he replied her snicker. Thus, she continued:   "I have this senior whom I admire a lot: I mean he is just a bright person, always a child at heart. He seems loving and caring to everyone around him. He lightens up the dark mood, whenever he smiles. But he has a girlfriend, and she is so pretty and lovely as himself, that I can't help but envy them." She ranted deep in her thoughts.   "Well, I agree you have a complicated situation there then" He simply said   "Yes, definitely. And I can't seem to get this guy out of my head" She said this with a bitter chuckle.   "What is his name?" He didn't kn