“Hawol-ah…” a familiar voice called. Shaking in terror but gentle as well. Hawol froze and looked back, her face quickly crippling into an agonising lament as she called the only person that she trust. “Hwanuk-ah… Help me. Help me please just do something please!!” she cried, her hands clawing the shard filled carpet. The young man sprinted over and without one word, he pulled Etha into his arms and ran into the bedroom. It took some time, but Hawol manages to catch up and barge into the room and watched Hwanuk skilfully clean the cut in a matter of seconds. “More water and get me all the herbs you have in your kitchen now!” he ordered. 

“Here.” Hawol hastily dropped the herb filled napkin on the side of the bed. She brought everything that came to her mind. Then, running to the bathroom, she brought in a big bowl of warm water and fresh towels. 

Hwanuk looked at her for a few seconds, and his eyes seemed incredibly wearied. Beaten up. Sad. And when hawol noticed, all that she could do was stare down to the floor. She knew exactly what he was thinking, ‘Sorry' that word could be resonating  in his mind that very moment. And she could as if predict how strong they felt, how cruel they were to his heart.But she cannot think of a word to soothe him, not even a look of reassurance. She was very distant from his warmth, too overwhelmed and afraid.

The young man con