Pale tint of orange cover over the living room from the sunset, as Leeteuk and Sora open the front door. Walking in Sora went straight to her room. Leeteuk locking the door and turn to look as she close the bedroom door behind her. Doing his usual rotation around the house. Making sure things where in order. Walking through the hallway, he stop in front of her bedroom door. Recalling back to their conversation in the basement... "If I tell you, would you promise not to pity me?" Sora ask. He nodded. She then walked over to the window and press her hand against it, causing the old dusted glass to form a shape of her hand... Memory of her at 12 years old, having been punish for running away. They locked her in the basement for one week with only a meal to eat each day. It wasn't much but she survived. It was a cold season and snow was falling. Sora getting off her bed slowly walked to the window. The wound was painful and her back ached from the bruises. Luckily the other maids help clean it and gave her pills to reduce the stingy feeling. As she stood before the window, she longed to touch the snow flakes. Stretching her hand up, she press it against the foggy cold glass window. Causing it to form a copy of her small thin hand. The flakes were beautiful to look at as they fall from the sky, free. But soon... they'll have to fall on the ground and disappear... Turning back she smile at him. "I haven't done that for awhile," she said. Leeteuk just stared at her, seeing her face shadow with sorrow. Her eyes reveale