Myeol Mang's dark eyes observe as her soft brown ones widen in fear, slowly her hand reaches out to grip his arm for only a brief second feels the feather light weight of her touch before its gone. He gazes at the now empty space next to him, gently turns over his arm, cups his hand as if expecting Dong Kyung's hand to rest within his grip. Dark, pain filled eyes stare at the empty hand, his thoughts churn.
Glancing widely around the silent hospital corridor, views an empty area except for himself, momentarily gazes at his empty hand. Rises to his feet, a heavy sigh escapes, shoulders slump, entire body deflated. He begins striding towards the exit door, a determination written in his cold eyes.