Exerpt

He stared out the window, slowly removing his hands from the pane.

An image of a seventeen year old girl appeared in his mind. She stood leaning towards an opened window to feel the cool air against her cheeks as she listened to the rain outside.

Sungmin sat back down in his seat, staring at the rain. He looked down at the ring on his finger. It used to be big on him when he was a child. Now, it can barely fit on his little finger.

He looked back at the rain outside as he began to twirl the ring absent-mindedly. It was nine years ago...