Irene stepped out of the shower cubicle. After the warmth of the hot water, the morning was cold and a draft under the door draped cold air over her skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. She shivered, wrapped the towel around herself and stepped forwards. Only one light was lit above the sink, and in the dim room its feeble glow gave birth to shadows larger than life.

He called her Wendy. She gave him the nickname L. He took her to Neverland and now she wishes him to be her Peter Pan.

  "Because these lingering attachments you hold onto is already long past." "Are you saying I should let go?"      

  She has a habit of writing secrets in her phone, but then again, why is that a problem? Well... Guess it depends on who chances upon that phone? How big can a secret be anyway? 

A sequel of “Words She Didn’t Say”.    

  "Sometimes, some voices could only be heard if you really care to listen."

Yixing and Seung Wan are trying in their own different ways to save what's left of 'us'.