It’s January 8^th. Two days after the worst day of Kim Jongin’s life. 

Winter is drawing to a close and the hazy aftermath of the seasonal festivities hangs in the thin night air, but for Kim Jongin and Do Kyungsoo, happiness is all but a far off fantasy. For them, everything has stopped, and yet snowflakes continue to whisper from the sky as if today is just the same as yesterday.

The world is wrong, Kyungsoo thinks. It will never be the same again.
 

Loss can be adjusted to. Loss can be forgotten. 
Loss can never be healed.