As rain splattered in the large sky scrapper’s window, a fist hit the glass barrier, shaking it in its place. As his tears synchronized with the falling rain, Hyunseung crushed the photo he had in his hand. He slowly backed away from the window and walked towards the roaring fire in the modern metal fireplace and threw the picture into it, watching it crumble into black ashes. He sat on the black leather couch in the center of his studio, part of his penthouse apartment. The album that contained hundreds of photos that kept your memories. Unable to do the same to it that he had done to the now charred piece of photograph paper, he closed the album and put it inside the cardboard box, closed and taped it, finally storing it in the back of his walk-in closet, under other old boxes, where it would never haunt him again, or so he thought.