The house is filled with memories. Memories that belong to them.

He loves to back hug her when she is doing the laundry at the laundry room. When she tried to push him away, he would tighten his grip around her waist.

“Oppa, I need to finish up. If you are not helping me, then go back to the living room and watch TV.” She would scold him. But he is not giving up, he would tickle her waist and made her laugh.

He adored the way she pouts her lips and ‘force’ him to finish up the food she cooked for dinner. She is always bad at cooking though slight improvements can be seen from those meals that she cook once a week.

“Oppa, thank you for finishing up the food.” To reward him, she would plant kisses on his cheeks, his forehead and finally his lips.

 He always enjoyed lying on her lap while watching TV dramas and movies in the living room. He enjoyed seeing her laughing when she watched comedies and seeing her crying when she watched sad movies. At times, she would grab his t-shirt to wipe her tears. At times, he would kissed the tears off her face.

He missed those moments when they massaged each other in the shower, when she washed his hair for him and sit on his lap, facing him and drying his hair. He loves to lay his head on her chest or kissed her neck while she dried his hair. 

He appreciates having her by his side every night when he fell asleep. He appreciates that he is able to reach and touch her in the middle of the night. He appreciates having her by his side every morning when he wake up.

He remembers those nights when they tasted each other bodies, when she moaned his name softly, when he pushed all his might into her. The harmony of friction between 2 bodies brought them endless nights of pleasure.

But all these were gone. Vanished within seconds. She was on her way to work when a car hit into her on the pedestrian crossing. The driver had a heart attack. He lost control of his steering wheel and crushed into her. The driver died on the spot while she was send to the hospital. His buddy, Gil send him to the hospital, speeding at 120km per hour. Still, it was too late. What he got by the time he reached the hospital was a lifeless and cold Cheon Seong-im.

“Gary, be strong.” Endless condolences flew in but none of these can console nor comfort her hear