The loss of her young love left the greatest impact on Seulgi.

I did not love him enough, she kept repeating to herself like a broken chant.

From then on, everything she did was done dully and bleakly. Her love to do anything disappeared as she came to realize that Sehun was her inspiration.

When Sehun died, the black digits engraved on her wrist died as well. The 00:00:00 that had stuck to her for years vanished without a trace.

A soulmate’s love was gone.

 

          Seulgi slept for hours, maybe days. She would drug herself numb to sleep and forced a nocturnal dream. So badly, she would give the world to see her precious again. But when she slept, she could not dream.

There was nothing to see in her slumber, only sacred darkness.

Tired from irritable drunken nights and her empty dreams and fingers, she started to paint again but it was different. She couldn’t draw sincerely without her muse and