Hurriedly walking, footsteps going nowhere specific, stray thoughts flying out of control. Tak Dong Kyung left the CEO's dinner party after the elder writer spurted gossip regarding Ms. Dalgona's cancer. Further insulting all the women editors, claiming they should watch themselves by having larger hearts and being more loving. Dong Kyung snapped from the bullying. Having nothing to lose, since she is dying, boldly tells the man, "In three months I will die from cancer. Before I can get married, I will be going way up there first. So it must be because I didn't use my heart properly like you said. Good luck with editing. I will be leaving first." Everyone sat stunned as she rises and leaves the restaurant.
Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, automatically her thoughts focus on Myeol Mang, affectionately fingering the red string bracelet, quickly turns around, sprints towards that street corner where he first held her hand to cross the street. Breathing heavily, watched as the green go sign lights up, remembers his words, If you're scared you can call for me. In any way. Proclaiming loudly, she is afraid, waits, only to realize he will not come to her, nodding, says, "Fine, you're not coming for something like this, right?"
Arriving at her apartment, she stands atop the small brick wall, yells, "Hey! I'm standing her now. I'm standing here! I'm going to jump off! You saw it last time, if I say it, then I am going to actually do it!" She steps up onto the thin wire railing, immediately her boot slips on the smoothness. Scared, squats, grabs tightly on the railing, dangles one leg over the railing, declares to the dark night, "I really will jump." Glances around, feels foolish, scoots over the wall and stands up, grumbles under breath, "Cold bastard. It's almost midnight."
Entering her home peeks around the small entryway in hopes of finding their combined living space. But, only her apartment wall stares back, a small disappointed sigh escapes her lips. She kicks off her boots, removes her long cream colored coat, walks across the hard wood floor, gazing at the wall, softly says, "Bastard. I'm really going to kill you…"
Heartbroken, a deep longing to be near, she lies down on the uncomfortable hard floor facing the wall where once there had been an open view into his living room where he sat reading his endless supply of books, sharp dark eyes, a charming dimpled smile, soft black hair, thick warm lips….eventually her thoughts led to a restless sleep, pain filled at first…