Tak Dong Kyung awoke, sitting up, puzzles momentarily at the teal colored pillow lying on the floor where her head had been just resting. Frowning, annoyed, holds up her wrist with the red string bracelet, glaring, says, "Seriously…" Yanks, the string bracelet, easily breaks, pieces falling to the floor surrounding her area.
Blinding pain erupts throughout her brain, awareness dampens, flashes of light roll by as hospital workers push her down a hallway on a bed. Each flicker highlighted a memory…Myeol Mang's face drenched in tears…holding her wrist, placing the red bracelet…blood stained face…dying tulips…finally her eyes close, the pain too much to bear. Is he really going to not come and let her suffer this pain? Can he endure breaking his promise? How can he torture himself this way? Why? She believes in him, knowing this special being, trusts he will come for her now…