Yoona stood outside her home in the pouring rain. The cold droplets prickled her smooth and young skin as she spun around in her soaked cotton dress. It was the middle of the day but Yoona could care less about what others might think about her.

A lunatic? Maybe.

Insane? Probably.

Joyful? Yes.

The smile that was once lost somehow found its way on her serene face. The glow that was barely there grew brighter by the second.

For the first time in a very long time, Yoona did not feel impure. The rain had somehow cleansed her dark soul.

So, I won't be doing a seqeul to Don't Cry (Chapter 12 - G-Yoon). I'll just let your imaginations run wild.