Snow was quietly falling from the sky, painting everything in white. Sungjong decided to ignore everything around as his eyes continued to stare at the fire place, the low light flickering and basking the whole place warm orange. Despite how warm his surrounding looked like, he couldn’t really say the same thing inside him.

Another day has passed – another day of pointless waiting for someone he knows won’t ever return yet he still couldn’t help but hope would. A sad smile graced his lips as he tugged the blanket tighter around his body – the coldness in his heart may never be warm but the same thing couldn’t be said for his body – as his eyes slowly closed and he drifted on a dreamless sleep.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he felt the lone almost wilted rose slip through his grasp and fall on the floor.

A/N: Finally done with this! Hope you guys noticed the metaphorical meaning behind this fic *^^*