Lonely, lost eyes gazing out of the window, snow and a mild cold breeze flowing by like a messenger that he could still feel even after the shut glass of the car window. A terrible feeling was soaring inside his belly as he sat there on the backseat of the car mindlessly, just as he had travelled the entire journey from Italy to Korea. Whether it be a plane or his car, the space around him still seemed intact and minute, suffocating him. He had no wish or desire to fill that huge void gradually increasing in him, a void he desperately wanted to fill with the tough acceptance of the cruel reality he was set to face.

"Kookie…"