Jongho had thought he would never have to tell you. He had kept his feelings for you hidden for all these years, but now that you had been diagnosed with a terminal illness, things had changed.

When you were told you'd have only a year left, Jongho wanted to make your last year as memorable as possible. He tried to push his own feelings of grief aside so you wouldn't have to feel guilty for him - you were suffering enough already.

But could Jongho live without ever letting you know how important you were to him? How his heart beat for only you, and your presence haunted his every thought?

Your family had gathered enough money so you and one person you chose could go on a week-long trip to anywhere in the world. It was the least they could do, they had said. You had chosen your best friend Jongho to accompany you, so there you two were: sitting on the sand at the beach on a Greek island, Rodos. The sun was shining and people chattering around you.

"Look. I drew you," Jongho smiled mischievously and pointed at the sand. There was a drawing of you drawn with a wooden stick. He wanted to see your pretty smile.