Quiet footsteps across smooth blond hard wood floor, black socks, black pants, long gray trench coat interwoven with black, a sad darkly being with no happiness in his life. Myeol Mang kneels quietly in front of Dong Kyung, tenderly taking in sleeping face, a small twitch in the corner of his mouth betrays any emotions. Reaching a hand, softly cups her own, recharges the bracelet. He watches at the mild wrinkles of pain around her forehead smooth out.
Rising, turns to leave, when out of the corner of his eye, bright colors capture his attention. Siting on the soft pink colored couch proudly sat a square shaped brightly colored red pillow along with a teal colored partner. His eyes fixated on the pair, a slow thought formed, a sense of caring, an emotion he could not name but one he reacted upon.
Mist arises from the dimly lit darkness, morning light begins sparking, faint rims of daylight reflect across the bridge. Once whole, now broken, no longer a continuous path, a lonely, hunched figure sits along the edge, heartbroken. Unable to decipher any of these mixed up emotions, only one name, face floods his mind. Looking up, grabs a stone, chunks it at the calm waters below, proclaims to himself, "The person who gets hit by the rock I throw…is me in the end." He reflects back on his argument with her that particular day, his cruel comment, I want to throw a rock at a calm lake and you happened to be the nearest. Now he realizes an important lesson, she is meaningful to him personally, and not the same as all the other rocks lying around. His heart pinches.