"You don't understand." 

"True, I don't." 

She agrees, and the other sighs in exasperation. "Then what am I supposed to do about it?" 

"Do nothing. I've suffered enough. How hard is it to remain that way for another two months?" 

"Eunyeon, I - " 

The first gives her companion a sad smile, and pushes herself off the brick wall, looking down at the busy city below. The other grimaces at the view, and tries to lean back as much as possible. 

"You won't fall." 

"How do you know?" 

"Because I'm the one who's supposed to die three months ago." 

"What?" 

Eunyeon hums as she squats on the ledge, wind blowing her short raven locks until they becomes more than a mop. She's wearing a short sleeved blouse, and the winter wind rips at that as well, making her companion shiver. 

"Death doesn't claim me. See, even death takes pity on me, Minah. What do you think of it?" 

Silence settles between the two while the wind continues to roar its anger. 

"I think," Minah takes a deep breath and sighs, wrapping her arms around herself, a thin cardigan offering little protection against the wrath of nature. "That you should've talked. To someone." 

"And to whom shall I talk to?" Eunyeon's voice rises. "Everytime I try to speak, all of those bastards sneer in my face and tells me to shut up. You think I can talk then? Tu penses je peux exprimer moi même?! Non!" Her voice becomes loud, like thunder in the midst of a storm. 

The other offers no comment as she fixes her gaze on the horizons, while her friend stare straight down to the heavy traffic below. "Besides," Her voice grows gentler. "Nobody will miss me when I'm gone. It doesn't matter anyways. You're the only one who cares, and...I'm grateful for the brief time I spent with you." The girl turns, and swipes her thumb gently across Minah's cheekbones, brushing away tears that starts to gather on the corner of her eyes. 

Eunyeon straightens up, and for one glory moment Minah thinks she has changed her mind, but to her horror, her friend takes a step towards the nothingness, and closes her eyes. 

"Eunyeon no - " 

Before the scream leaves her lips, her companion has already plundered twenty stories below, and Minah wraps fingers around her open mouth, staring at where her friend has been standing a second ago, and thinks she saw a ghost grinning at her. 

Translation: You think I can express myself?! No!