"Hold her back!" The officers shouted, demanding to not let the girl gain entrance into the house.

She struggled in the arms of Seulgi,"Let me go!"

"I'm sorry but I've been told not to!"

"What? You're actually putting your job in front of this!? Let me go! That's my girlfriend!"

Her plea was not answered, she was still in the strong hold. It held her back from knowing the truth. It held her back from going inside the crime location. But it did not hold her back from seeing the worst.

Paramedics pulled out a body that belonged to a grown woman. There were blood on the sheets. Lots of red liquid. Seulgi's gripped tightened around the girl who was bawling her eyes out.

"She'll be fine, don't worry."

It's always difficult to have a police as a lover. It's always difficult to come home to an empty house. It's always difficult to wait at night, fearing that you're waiting for nobody. It's always difficult to hear the phone ringing at a late time. It's always to difficult to answer and the voice you hear isn't the one that soothes your feelings. It's always difficult to pick up the phone and the person you expected it to  be is not the one on the other line. It's just so difficult.