You sat on the the hospital's bed, your mom right beside you. Kris leaned on the wall watching your mother grip your slim and delicate hands.

"It'll be fine honey," she assured you.

What is fine? Right now, nothing in the world could be more devasting than the white bandages around your right leg. You peered down at it and you could see Kris' messy scribbles : Get well soon, Yoonjin! ♥

"Doctor, how is she?" Your mother asked the doctor when he came inside your room.

"We have some bad news and good news," he took a seat on the chair by your bed. "Yoojin here is perfectly fine, nothing will affect her in the future."

Your mother sighed in relief, "Then what's the bad news?"

"I heard that she was a ballerina, the problem is that her right leg won't be functioning properly for her to dance anymore."

All you heard were, 'won't be...dance anymore'.

With that blow you sobbed into your mother's chest while Kris stared at the scene, broken hearted.