The sounds of the choir completely drowned out the sniffles and sobs from your nearby family members within the extravagant church. Everyone was grieving your loss — except for Jin Hwang. He felt no need to be as he stared at your lifeless corpse laying peacefully in the open casket. He can't show everyone how much he was broken.

He was always the sarcastic and edgy one. Not the emotional one. After looking over his shoulder he gently plucked a small piece of your hair and shoved it into his suit pocket.

"Don't pout. You're still just as gorgeous, pretty girl," he chuckled quietly, as if you could hear him.

He wouldn't accept this. Not after he just confessed his undying love for you. Not when he already had dreams about being husband and wife. Nobody understood him like you did. He simply wouldn't be able to exist without you. You were his other half.

So when the service concluded he headed straight back home. No, dinner. No goodbyes. Straight to bed in the same suit he went to the funeral in.

And there laid for what felt like days and days. He wasn't supposed to get depressed. This wasn't him. And now he hated you. He hated how you made him feel so weak. How you had so much control over his heart. Out of the suit pocket he pulled out the strand of your hair.

It still smelt like your shampoo. Or maybe he was dreaming. He blinked for a split second. And he swore he saw the hair glow for a moment. Then it did it again. And again. Until the light completely envelopped him.

Then it was all black. And when he opened his eyes he found himself on the cold concrete. Outside your elementary school? Did he just time travel? That didn't matter now. He needed to find you now. He was shocked when he felt a small chubby hand tug on his pants. It was you, but you were no older than six.

"Ah? Hey it's me! Jin!" he tries declaring. But of course you didn't remember you were only a kid. Now he has a mission. To stay with you until the day you were supposed to pass. He'll save you — he promises.