Son Naeun grasps at the metal railing with her pale, whitened knuckles. The temperature was a freezing minus ten degrees, and here she was, decked out in simple clothing that did nothing to give her warmth, on the rooftop admiring the darkened city of Seoul.

It was too much.

Son Naeun was overwhelmed with the rapid rollercoaster of different emotions she felt every minute — from hope, to being hopeless, to being desperate... to have totally given up.

Given up as in... bye.

A blast of cold, icy air slapped her frozen face, sending a piercing pain down her freezing nerves. Yeah, it was all good, freezing to death, why not? At least it was better than jumping to her death, or... or getting hanged, or getting stabbed.

Freezing herself to death seemed like a beautiful ritual to Son Naeun.

She had no reason, no aim, no one to live for. Although Naeun wasn't sociable, she literally lived off her friends.

Friends...

The lone word brings an inexplicable smirk to Naeun's deathly pale face. Friends were supposed to bring you happiness, weren't they? They weren't supposed to dig out your heart, stab it and cut it into pieces, then step on it afterwards like nothing's happened. Friends weren't supposed to be pissed at you for no reason. Even worse, friends weren't supposed to be pissed at you even though you weren't the problem.

Yes... yes well, now everyone's pissed at her, wanting her to change, but how? Naeun's tears felt hot against her frozen face. You need to give me the problem for me to change... How can I just change like that? How do I know what to change...?

First, Park Chorong had left her. After picking up her broken heart and assembling it into something really fragile, Son Naeun decides to move on when Jung Eunji becomes pissed at her for reasons she didn't know or understand.

Oh Hayoung wasn't there all the time to save her, and Yoon Bomi put 'ignoring Naeun' into her regular schedule. Kim Namjoo and Hong Yookyung didn't understand, as much as Naeun wanted to tell them everything, it ends up that she becomes the one that was vented at.

Son Naeun tries to listen to everyone, but no one listens to her. She tries to understand everyone, but no one understands her. She tries to change for people, but no one changes for her.

Oh, the irony.

Naeun's fingers felt frozen to her already, and she slowly slides down the wall, admiring her almost crystalized fingers.

Was this how dying people felt?

Completely ripped of despair... at peace...

Son Naeun closed her eyes, letting the snow fall around her. She imagines that she's that little girl in the snow globe, with no worries... no nothing.

White, shiny snow continues to layer over the girl as she took her last breath, sending a small cloud of vapour into the frosty air. Her death was oddly beautiful, it didn't involve blood or anything. Naeun loved snow more than anything, because only the snow gave her small comfort of the wretched world she lived in.

If this was death...

It felt sweet.