Now, here he was; nineteen months later. He was still Shim Changmin; the only son and heir apparent of his wealthy parents. But he wasn’t the same person any longer. That night changed his life forever. That night changed him forever. Yet there he was, looking like the same way he did all those months ago. It was past midnight and he was aboard Max yet again. The wind was still cold and strong and he was still watching the dock disappear from sight. It was the same scenario that started it all… yet he was pretty sure that the ending wouldn’t be the same.

“What are you doing there, oppa?”

He turned away from the waves and a smile lit his face as his eyes fell on the tall brunette walking over to him. “Remembering how I met you.”

Sooyoung made a face, pulling her sweater closer around her frame. “That was one hell of a meeting.”

“It sure was.” The dark haired man agreed easily, holding out his hand to her. “We should get a scriptwriter to do our story and get it turned to a movie. I’m sure it’d do well in the box office.”

“Better than Titanic?” She laughed, accepting his offered hand as she reached his side. “I’d probably be dead by now if you didn’t decide to be so rebellious that night.”