I am sure of her.
Whenever I am happy.
Whenever I am sad.
Whenever I am mad.
Whenever I am busy.
Whenever I'm in doubt.
I am so sure of her.

JIYONG'S POV

How long has it been since she left our home? Me?

Days? Weeks? Months? I've lost count.

All I know is that this place feels empty without her.

My life. Without her.

It was suffocating.

"Youngbae."

I don't why, but I suddenly had the urge to call & tell him my plan. I've been pondering it for too long and I think it is time. What took me so long?

"Yes, Ji?"

He picked up on the first ring.

"I don't think I can stay any longer here."

This place is full of her.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm moving out."

It's suffocating.

Jiyong didn't take too long to find a new place. Today, he was finally packing up. His best friend is present to help out. They were boxing stuff from his room when he caught sight of the bundle of photographs which are all familiar to him.

And that was it. The final . His breaking point.

Memories.
Laid in words.
Stilled in photographs.

He broke down. The unaffected facade he put up went out. It was then when reality finally hit him. 

She left. She's gone. She's not coming back.

New place. Same vibe. 

I left our old home in hopes of serenity — but tonight, as I drifted asleep,  my mind drifted to he