The morning breeze leaps through the opening of the window, carrying the cool of spring into Mark’s room. He himself doesn’t know how long he has been sitting there, by the window, with a cup of coffee, which has got cold, clutched in his grip. Mark’s not feeling sad, nor is he waiting for anything, anyone, he’s just recalling the warmth of Jinyoung’s skin, the texture, and the fragrance of it.  

It was the wildest dream where Mark would trace Jinyoung’s back with his fingers, inhale the scent of Jinyoung’s hair, and feel Jinyoung’s eyelashes scatter their gentle sensations on his skin.

And it was the purest dream where Mark would wait for Jinyoung on the campus bench by the falling leaves, and somehow they would end up walking side by side under an umbrella.

Despite everything, Mark’s memories of Jinyoung were never fragmented or tainted by any means. And to Mark’s most sincere wish, he hopes Jinyoung feel the same.

Mark met Jinyoung on a summer day, when both of them were standing on the threshold of life, unscarred and intact. It was  when one spark in the eyes makes a whole universe, and a blazing smile could truly save lives.