.....................Distantly, he felt himself shuffle forward, one foot in front of the other, like a moth drawn helplessly towards the bright glowing fire. With every step, the voice got louder and clearer, turning the rest of the world into a low hum in the background.

                He rounded a corner and arrived at a well-lit park. There was a small group of people gathered around in a loose circle. And at the heart of them was him.

                Lee Jong Hyun.

                He stood just below a street light, its harsh, yellowish glare lending the guitarist’s skin an ethereal glow. His eyes were scrunched shut in concentration, fingers moving deftly across the guitar.

                Yong Hwa wanted to turn away, to get back to exploring the city. He kept telling his body to move, to take a step back but it was as if it has a mind of its own. He was rooted to the ground, trying miserably to block out the memories of late night escapades and warm, sunny afternoons................