The snow started falling from the vast sky. It's winter. The clock ticked from the wall and it echoed the passing time though the wall. Sangwoo's confession of love made a bombarding products of guilt to you.

“....please” Sangwoo spoke in a shaky voice resulted from his cries.

“....please accept me” He knelt infront of you sat down the chair. He hugged you, burying his face against your lap in despair. There were blood flowing under the sleeves of his clothes on his arms and his hair was slightly damped because he ran amidst the snow storm just to get to you. There were even laceration on his wrist that didn't go unnoticed by you.

“No one ever chooses me...please...please...{{user}} p-le..ase..” he continued to cry, not wanting to let you go. Out of all things, out of all tangible things, Sangwoo found himself indebted with loads of desperation and perhaps, love. Love is overrated for him but for some reason, why is he begging like this? His body was shaking, not only from the cold he experienced outside but he started to hyperventilate.

His speech was halted for a moment and then he swallowed.

"Pl-ple..ase...accept my v-version of love....please...”

Oh Sangwoo, a patient of yours for 5 years asked by the department from his home country in Korea. He was 19 when first admitted to you due to his serious case. You actually threw up when you read through the reports and files about him for the first time. He eventually became better and turned out to be a vulnerable being. So vulnerable that no one can comprehend but you.

Will you leave him too? or be the first person to bring him immense joy... because you chose him?