"what if you keep thinking about it , but nothing makes sense?"

Haesoo threw a rock into the stream , the momentum gushed as the wavelings formed from the bounce. He stared at the nightsky blurry , and out of frustration he scrambled his hairs. 

A yellow haired girl sitting next to him cannot help but to watch singlehandedly. Her left hands holding a bunch of daffodils flowers and a tint of moonlight on her foreface revealed the emotion of concern.

The moon was looking at Haesoo as it was inevitable. He felt the responsibility that was weighting on his shoulder, yet he was too vulnerable to even distinguished reality and fragments of his mind.

"Yena" he called the girl beside him who was silent the whole time. The sudden gush of wind knocked a few petals down to the grass.

"Aren't we suppose to have our life changes after that train?" 

she nodded , it was apparent she was still full of guilt.

"what happened on the train?" Haesoo's voice sunk in disbelief - contemplating his decision to start everything was exhausting or not.