What if you lost someone you truly loved with all your heart and mind in a fire? Would you be able to survive?

What if you see that person reincarnated after one year? Will you take a chance or move away because you are scared?

"JIYONG! SAVE THE BABY! PLEASE SAVE THE BABY!"

The fog was to thick, the room so dark. I had to choose, to save my one and only, Sandara Park, or save the product of our love, our baby Yoo-Mi Kwon. My mind was working over time. I just had to save Sandara. I moved a few steps closer to the vauge figure or my love down the hall, dying of smoke and fire.

"NO JIYONG! DON'T BE STUBBORN! SAVE THE BABY! AND REMEMBER I LOVE YOU!"

That was the last words my love uttered before the fire engulfed her frame mercilessly. As the orange flame started to charr my love to death, my adrenaline kicked in and I flew into Yoo-Mi's room. Yoo-Mi was semi-wailing and semi-choking in the thick smoke. Being a father, I wrapped a wet towel around Yoo-Mi kicked open the front door and ran down the front walk. As soon as I was far away as the gates and looked back. The upper windows were orange with fire and the open front door was spewing out smoke. And the agonized scream of my dear Sandara was shaking the house.

I cried and cried. I cried as the fireman dragged me away. I cried for the loss of my love, the loss of my heart, the loss of the mother of my child. And I cried because I hated myself, I hated myself for not saving her when I could. I loathed myself for only watching as my Sandara Park was being burned alive.

I cried for Yoo-Mi and I....