Freedom. Is such an imaginary word that ring upon Joohyun’s ears. There was no such thing as to be free. Freedom is just for the rich, the privileged, and the ones who had the money to afford it. For the one who sits far higher of each pedestal, seated in a mighty chair, head decorated with a crown. And for the likes of her, it is only a fleeting dream, an unattainable distance. But when that sea-foam green connects with her fading blues, it had lit to that dying ember inside