Jeonghan wonders what would happened if he took the initiative back then. Would anything have changed?   He fiddled with the padlock of the small chest in front of him. He gingerly unlocked it with the key he was clutching so tightly onto and a pile of dust-covered papers laid before his eyes. His hand flicking away the dust in the air, while his eyes were peeled onto the mass of wood pulp that seem to be slowly fading and discolouring.    Back then he promised his friends in middle school that they would keep in touch no matter what. He left without a word.  To follow his dreams. It was sudden and abrupt but he left behind those people whom he once treasured.    Jeonghan has never been good with words and he found it much easier to pen down his thoughts. It was as if everything he wanted to say out loud flows out smoothly with his cursive and messy handwriting spilling onto the blank slate infront of him. He often finds it relieving for his soul, whenever he scribbled or even doodled his feelings or ideas that occasionally popped up in his head. With a small smile curving on his face, he plopped himself comfortably on the floor before he began his recollection.   Jeonghan went through the stack of papers, one by one he read through all the papers making sure he didn't leave out any. Some brought out a monotonous cackle in him that resounded in the still air of the dorm, others left him in a solemn state and  one, if not a few tears started to trickle down his eyes.   With each and every piece of letter he held onto, his hands held onto it so firmly as if it was a certain precious memory that existed in the past that was begging to be evoke a sense of nostalgia within him.   Jeonghan folded the last letter and tucked it back in the chest, he looked at his surroundings and let out a sigh. His heart was heavy and overwhelmed with the emotions by every word that he had read. Jeonghan felt a lightbulb lit up in his head, smiling to himself he rummaged through his bag and pulled out a stash of lined papers and a ballpen. He knitted his brows while deep in thought as his habit of bitting his thumb when he was thinking resurfaced. His eyes glistened with mirth before his fingers reached out to pull his long auburn locks into a low ponytail.   Jeonghan stood up to sit at his desk and with the paper he started penning down...   Dear you,   If you received this letter from me, Yoon Jeonghan I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving without a word and leaving behind all the unfufiled promises that we had made.  I know that when I left out of the blue you mus