She smiled.   As long it isn't you, I'm willing to.

"I hear the Christmas melodyIn every white streetMy heart flutters for that day in DecemberIt's become a long lost memory nowBut overnight, the world turned whiteFeels like something will happenWhen the twinkling lights fall in my heartI want to have courage and tell youIt's the time I've been waiting for"  The Carol

Haseul’s grandmother used to tell her that if she sang while she cooked, she would become an old maid. Now, at 22, she acknowledges that it is just a superstition, but also realizes that maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to be an old maid...

"I can't live in this world without you."

Haseul just wanted to get home, but fate doesn't like her much.

Vivi hated this part of her job.

haseul is sleeping in the backseat, covered by kahei’s green wool sweater. kahei herself is driving, drinking her increasingly cold coffee to keep herself awake, the lights of the ever occasional passing car in the night hurting her eyes accustomed to the darkness. the radio is muttering a soft song, almost a lullaby in its melody, going in and out of the station every time she did a curve, the buzzing of radio static snapping her awake, if just barely. it almost felt like they were alone in