"That seemed heavy." it was a short, emotionless answer before I went back to listening fully to my music, hoping no words come out from her lips. The woman who wore pink from her lips, down to her heels, took a seat right next to me. Yes, right where the shadow of loneliness sat. "It's been a long time, Wook." Her voice filled my lungs with air, the perfume was unbelievably familiar that I remembered going to the department store shuffling through series of perfumes to buy for my girlfriend's birthday. That voice sounded so familiar as it was my comfort whenever I get stressed and went home from the law firm.

It's her. God knows how much I've missed her.