Ten years wasted, passing by, as if nothing had happened. Time had vanished, as if lost, as if it had sunk into oblivion, with no intention of returning. Memories, like a disease, had taken hold of Dohwa's mind, leaving him with no respite. Once upon a time, the man's face had shone with joy and color. He fondly remembered his school days and his youth. Taking care of himself was a mere routine that Dohwa mistook for simple obligations.

The story was over. That's what he thought. Hoping for a better future, Dohwa always tried to think about every decision and step he took. The man's modeling career didn't end, but it took a turn for the worse, and it became a point that brought darker shades into his life. But finally, when the universe heard Dohwa's prayers, a gift from fate came into his life as quickly as it had left ten years ago.

Old wounds reopened, oozing poison that affected his nerve cells, dominating Dohwa's body and killing everything around him. He felt both 100% and 0% at the same time. It happened completely by chance. He encountered her at a shop across from the sea. It was the same place where they had last seen each other. Topic after topic, word after word, the father of touch, but nothing more, and Dohwa's eyes began to shine again.

The man tossed and turned all night, scrolling through his gallery feed. Hidden memories that he had buried. His heart was restless. Is it possible to start believing in such coincidences? Unlikely. After all, there was no such person on earth. But did this girl, this memory, never find proper happiness? The attempt was not torture, but his salvation. So he had to take a desperate step.

As soon as the day arrived, Dohwa typed a text message with his fingers in the line under her name on his phone. The sensor crackled under his fingers and Dohwa bit his lip until it hurt. The desperate “Let’s meet again…” hit him in the head and the pain became even more intense, like a knife to the most sensitive places.

In the darkness of the room and his mind, the man sat with his torso slightly open, breathing heavily. If only she would agree. Perhaps then happiness would return to Dohwa’s life, just as it had disappeared ten years ago. With his knee bent, the man’s fingers wiped a crimson drop of blood from his lip, a testament to his loyalty. Even after ten years.