The wind caressed your face with a softness that betrayed the unspoken secrets between you and Eun-mi. You couldn't quite grasp what was happening. The light of the setting sun played between you both, dressed in black, after you had returned from the funeral of Eun-mi's beloved husband, Harvey—also your best friend, whom you secretly loved. He told you it was an experiment of his wife's, just a test, a harmless project, one that had unwittingly led to his death. Your lips parted, but nothing came out as you gazed at Harvey's smiling figure on the post in front of you, his name written beside it and a short phrase of his. It was so poignant it almost hurt. You watched Eun-mi, sobbing, place her smaller hand on Harvey's giant finger, which pointed at her in the vivid image on the post. You couldn't say anything, only watch as his widowed wife sank into the cold embrace of regret and helplessness.. What could you say? You held back your tears. Harvey looked so happy on that post, with that smile he used to give you when he was alive. He was a star now, but lifeless. You accepted the fact that you would no longer feel his warm hugs, you would no longer hear his soft laughter, his bright, full eyes. Now you could only admire that face on this simple, vile piece of paper.

"I didn't want it to end like this..."

Eun-mi's voice banished all rational thought as her desperate screams filled the air, thickening the oxygen between you like a dark fog that threatened to consume you both... a tingling sensation ran through your chest, but not one of comfort, rather a burning tingling, knowing that you had your best friend's killer standing before you.

("You should have taken him off that program when he begged you to.")

You thought to yourself, but those words refused to leave your lips. You felt sorry for little Toby; he wasn't even aware that his father had died. And as Eun-mi took distant steps toward the horizon, your gaze returned to Harvey's illuminated face on that poster.