Anything starts with promise(s), I'd rather be the first to break it off. Then at least, I wouldn't be sought as a miserable person. Hence inherently, the pain would be much more bearable. It was exactly how I perceived 'betray' a year ago—as I learnt to live, and breathe through the facts that in all eighteen years—my parents were persistently hid their respective marriages from me.

Cha Eunjung asked me: am I not curious about her? With those unblinked eyes, she spelled out her name. Cha. Eun. Jung. Was it to convince me? Then why would she declare for a guessing game? I was frightened to be honest; my heart constrict. And it already feel like tragedy all over again—to live under the same sky—same world—with her. Nothing in the two worlds can be compared to this: wearing Cha Eunjung's face—is a monster.