Eunji was lying in bed with her eyes closed. The sun was peeking through her window. Rays tickled her nose and she remembered the dream she had.
It was more than a dream.. it was a memory.

They were in bed. He was reading a book with an arm wrapped around her. After a while he stretched his back... she could still remember his smell.

“Did I wake you?” He looked at her apologetically.
“No. I've been awake” and she received a gentle smile.

“What are you reading?”, she was curious.
“Hm...”

“Sense and Sensib....?”
He put the book down before she was able to finish her sense, and looked a little embarrassed.

“What is it about?”
“Right now I am reading a passage where one of the main figures receives a sign of commitment from her love. She gives him a lock of her hair in return.”

“Is it creepy.. or romantic?” she played with a strand of her own hair.
“Well... romantic?”, he kissed her head. “But I like your hair like this.”

“I never said I was going to give you some of mine” she didn't look at him but she could hear him smile.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” he asked
“Of course I do. You attacked me”

It had been a cold day and a snow storm was sweeping the city. The streets were frozen and an average boy tried to get home and slipped. He grabbed the next best thing he could get a hold of- which happ