That day when Kai asked me to get back together until now, he never showed up again. I don’t understand him. He would ask me to make up, and then for a week, he won’t appear. I’m used to him disappearing like a bubble.  I looked ahead and saw the dangling spider webs on the ceiling of the shed of the bus stop, thinking that it would be good to kill time waiting for the bus. When I looked down, I saw this medical guy; that guy with rich eye whites, Do Kyung Soo. He looked at me, his face was serious. “Yoon Seul,” His voice shaking. “Kim Jong In… he’s in the hospital. He was hit… and he’s in a critical condition.”

I felt like I was stabbed right at my heart. I panicked; my tears came out, not wanting to stop. My knees trembling. I thought I don’t care about Jong In, but hearing him I a critical condition, I ate everything I said. I think I still… love him.

My sight suddenly turned a bit blurred. The scene I was seeing is shaken and blurred. But still, his voice echoed, “ Lee Yoon Seul… It’s time..” he checked his wrist watch, like he used to do when a bus stops. But there was no bus at that time.

With my sight turning unclear, I still tried to ask him what does ‘It’s time’ means. “For what?”

Before he could open his mouth and speak for an answer to the question I asked. That once blurred and shaking vision finally turned to white. I could sense that everything became more real than reality.

I heard some beeping of machines and my family’s voices as well. I could hear my mom’s voice, which is a bit shaking and sounded like she’s been crying. “Dad, call the doctor!!!” I heard fast steps coming out of the room until it disappeared like echoes. Ji Seul, my little sister, she’s calling me, “Eonnie!!! Come back to us! Wake up!!”

I can feel my tears were real. I can feel the tears flowing at the corner of my eyes closed. I wanted to turn my eyes open, but I can’t. It’s hard. I tried to move my feet, but I still can’t. Now’s the last chance I can move is my hands. I finally did it. And soon, the eyes that were once so hard to open, finally opened slightly, still studying the light that may surprise me. I could see faces all around me; my mom and dad, my sister and the doctor with his companion who hurried their way through my room when they found out that the flat lines from the monitor went zigzag again. Their faces were filled with tears, yet a smile tried to cover those. Looks like their happy, and glad. I can finally open my eyes. “Eomma.” I first