"I didn't think anyone was out here. I hope you didn't hear me just a moment ago?" she spoke softly as Jong Suk suddenly heard a familiar tune ringing in his ears.  

It was the tune he was humming during his walk.

What's going on? Why am I hearing the tune right now? Is she really... 

Could she be here? Is she Sora? 

***

It has been forty-eight hours since he saw her and ever since then he can't get her off his mind. At times he would think that he must have gone crazy. Her voice was very sweet, appealing, and soft. Familiar. Even after all these years it never changed. He was 100% sure it was her, but he still didn't get the chance to find out her name. He couldn't. That night... something strange happened, even the tune in a way it sounded strange and came out of nowhere.

Snow stopping in mid-air? As if someone was playing tricks on him. Hoon kept looking and Jong Suk and nothing made sense to him at this point. Jong Suk was acting weird and he kept talking to himself. Could it be? No. Am I crazy? Yes.. wait no. And similar stuff like that. When Hoon would ask a question Jong Suk would ignore him and that only meant one thing. He wasn't listening at all to what was happening around him. 

"Your father just called," Hoon said.

Jong Suk had a weird smile on his face and didn't even bother to say anything when his father was mentioned as he usually does. Ji Hoon took a step closer and stared at him in hopes that the older one would push him away. But nothing. No reaction. Hoon grabbed Jong Suk by the shoulders and shook him a little. 

"Come back to reality, Hyung," Hoon said.

"Huh?" Jong-suk looked at Hoon confused.

"For the past forty-eight hours, you have been out of it. What is going on?" Hoon asked.

He blinked a few times before replying.

"You'll think I'm crazy." Jong Suk said.

"Try me," Hoon replied.

"I saw her." He replied.

"Who?" Hoon said, clueless at first. 

Before Jong Suk could answer Hoon already figured it out and his jaw dropped.

"Really?" He asked.

Jong Suk nodded his head and rubbed his forehead. 

"Tell me everything," Hoon said and sat next to Jong Suk.

He started talking about what had happened that night. He tried to explain how he felt about the snow stopping in mid-air and the familiar tune that was heard all of a sudden. Hoon just listened, and he wasn't surprised at all. Why would he be? Those two had a very strong bond that only they understood. Even now that bond is still there and it connects them. Hoon knew that everything will come back into place eventually. 

Jong Suk also mentioned that maybe he was going crazy, maybe out of the desire to see her his mind has been playing tricks on him, but Hoon shook his head. He didn't agree with that. His half-sister was right. She was in town the whole time. Seeing her leave that day was only a trick. 

***

Haneul had just returned from her morning walk with her dog and now she was enjoying a hot cup of coffee. She was sitting by the window and kept watching as the snow kept falling. 

Ever since that night, Haneul kept thinking of that guy. Who was he? The thing that bothered her the most was the fact that she kept thinking about him and she kept going out more. It didn't matter if it was a walk in the park with her dog or without her dog. She just wanted to go outside.

For some strange reason, she hoped that she will maybe meet him again. She didn't know the answer to that part. One thing was for sure, he was the first guy that she couldn't get out of her head. There was something about him. He was different, but she didn't know in what way. On the other hand, she had this familiar feeling. 

"What am I going to do?" She looked at her dog.

Her dog was playing with his new toy so he pretty much ignored her. She smiled and looked back out the window. It was a nice and calm sight. Everything seemed so peaceful. She closed her eyes and for a moment there she saw his face again. That warm look he had in his eyes as if she had seen that look somewhere else before. She shook her head and opened her eyes. 

"Snap out of it. He is just a stranger, a stranger that you will never meet again