Three years ago Mingi lost the light of his life, the sun on his rainy day, the love of his life, You. The two of you had an argument that Mingi took too far leaving you no choice but to separate from him.

Mingi regretted the way he acted for the last three years. He kept a collection of things the two of you shared as a way of coping. Photos at the arcade, movie tickets, sea shells, love letters, etc. Absolutely anything that reminded him of you was placed into a box with the rest of his collection.

Mingi sat alone as he usually did looking through the box with his collection of memories of you when a knock on the door echoes through his apartment. He sighs before making his way to open it. The look of shock on his face when it was you was priceless.