The snow fell ponderously. The roads were glossy with frozen ice powdered by soft snow seemed devilish to Hana, because they were the very roads that took her dearest Jong-in away from her, forever.

 She stared meaninglessly at the large Christmas tree that stood there agile by itself. It had been standing alone for a whole entire year and she had never packed it away since Jong-in’s death. The lights were guttering and the guttering light of the baby angel switched off with a small shutter.

 Hana her crackled lips and sighed.

“Why did you leave me so soon?” She looked outside the window and stared at the snow falling and creating a deep abyss in her backyard. The window tills were filled with snow and this Christmas; there was nobody to clear that off for her.

 It was about time she forgot, but she couldn’t- no, she didn’t want to. Because in her heart, there was a small belief that he would come back, just like he promised her.