She's in love with her best friend. Well, she was her best friend. She's still in love but she doesn't know with whom. Jung Wheein was her best friend. Jung Wheein loved her jokes, her quips, her pick-up lines, anything- she'd laugh- and always, she’ll always, ask for more.

That's all Byulyi ever wanted in a person. Shamelessly ask for more jokes, ask for more reasons to be happy- to make them happy. Jung Wheein was happy. Jung Wheein was also a painter. She was also really in love with communicating through colors. She was... Jung Wheein.

Now? Now it feels as though Jung Wheein is gone. Not physically, but... in every other possible aspect, she's gone. All because she doesn't remember. All because she can't remember. All because Jung Wheein doesn't know who Jung Wheein was. How did they get here? How did it end up like this?

Moon Byulyi would always ask. How? Why? When? What are we now? 

Her best friend, her confidant, the number one fan of her lame jokes, her source of strength and courage, being reduced into a husk of who she once was. All hope wasn't lost, Byul supposes. Because even if Jung Wheein could not remember, she could still feel. 

She may not recall moments in the pictures she and Byulyi shared; she may not recall anything in any picture Byulyi took. She may not even recognize that she was Byulyi's favorite and