You saw me crying on the swing at the park. I was so down and I have no one to approach to.

You sat at the swing next to mine and I was slightly shocked at how you could open up so easily to me.

"I hate myself," you softly mumbled.

I silently laughed at your statement. How can you hate yourself when you already have everything a human dreamt of?

After a few minutes of talking, you left and I forgot to ask your name. I can't even recognize your face because you're wearing an all-black outfit.

And ever since that day, I hoped and I still hope that we will meet somehow.

And while I'm busy with my own thoughts, I bumped into someone. I was about to look up & apologize, but to see my Idol, Wendy.

My idol that I've always wanted to meet. A dream come true, indeed.

But, why does she look like she's avoiding someone? 

And coincidentally, she's wearing the same black hoodie with the person I met at the park last night.

Wait.. is it possible that she and..

Oh. My. God.