[she takes tender, careful steps through the familiar park and down the even more familiar trail before reaching the bush; brushing off some snow from the branches of the now leaf-less bush, she smiles behind her scarf at the memories that flow back to her slowly; sighing, she blows warmer air into her hands] What to do when you miss someone so much... Aigoo...
{`he sits around in his apartment, which looks more like someone lives there now, fiddling with his phone in deep thought, a tv on for mainly background noise. for weeks now he's been contemplating over contacting you, a bunch of messages deleted and phone calls hung up almost immediately. he presses the "call" button on his phone, hoping you'd have you phone on you.} noona..













