Anything starts with promise(s), I'd discard them all. I'd rather be the first one to break it. That way, at least, I wouldn't be sought as a miserable person. It was how I perceive 'betray' a year ago—while learning, living, and breathing through the facts that in all eighteen years—my parents were diligently hiding their marriages from me.

Cha Eunjung asked me: was 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 with this: wearing Cha Eunjung's face—is a monster.