Dokja knew everything but love.

He didn't care enough to long for belonging to someone, let alone genuine companionship. He eventually learned to accept that fact; The sense of his hand feeling cold and empty.

He only ever dreamt of a void. Is was the fate of a reader after all.

Well, it was that way until he found someone whose view was completely new to him.

One view so odd.. Yet he couldn't help but feel fond of.

With finally opened eyes, the first thing he looks for is you.