Yeonjun sat on his stool, his hands stained with red, black, and white paint as he stared at his painting of a girl. His girl. She wasn't his girl anymore, not in her eyes at least.

The messy breakup with her had cost him three months of depression until he realised he couldn't live without her. He would find her, he would get her back. She was his. His ghost girl. But until then, he could only yearn. Until then, she could only be his in his memories.

His phone buzzed with a text, and he picked it up immediately, staining the screen with paint. He had hoped it was her, like he always did whenever his phone pinged with a notification. He was going crazy. It was just his best friend, Soobin, though. He sighed.

He pressed the call button on Soobin's contact number. "What is it, Soobin-a?" He asked once Soobin picked up.

"I saw her." Soobin replied almost immediately. And Yeonjun, his breath caught in his throat, but he couldn't talk. He just got up and grabbed his jacket, and made his way to the door.