The wind blows cold, chilly air of winter. Chanyeol had sneezed for more than 10 times and his nose was getting more painful as he tried to inhale more air. Irritated, he look through the pocket of his sweater and was more than glad when he felt a soft, thin fabric in it. It was a pink-coloured handkerchief.

“Eh? Since when I own a pink handkerchief?” He thought. His eyes then immediately landed on the name that was sewn on the upper-right corner of the fabric. Yeon.

Yeon. The name that made his heart flutters. The name that made him happy. The name that made him cries. The name that made him laughs. The name that made him smiles. The name that he love. He missed her, too much, that he could look like he’s crazy about her. Chanyeol would wake up in the morning and talk to her photos that he has in his phone. He knew he seems insane, but that made him woke up with courage every morning. The sparkling eyes of Yeon gave him enough happiness to fill the emptiness at heart.

“Yeon-ah, I’m sorry.” He muttered to himself. Without him realising it, his eyes were eliminating the sadness in him through the tears that rolled down his reddened cheeks. Memories with Yeon, without even the need to recall it, came one by one into his cerebrum.