I tucked in my hands in my suit as I entered the columbarium. It was a perfect day to take a walk outside, or maybe go cycling at a park. But for me, it was a perfect day to see her. Almost perfect. Crouching down, I faked a smile and placed the flowers in the vase. "Hi, Byeol."

It felt so unfamiliar on my lips, saying her name for the first time. I never called people's names, and now I think I know why. "It would've been purely perfect, if only you weren't behind this glass inside a jar." I hated to be attached to a name, and it's even worse because you were a dying person.

"I wanted to forget our memories, because honestly, I was really hurting. I only wanted to look alright in front of you, right now. You're gone and the least I can do for you is to live and put on a happy face.

When you said you were afraid of dying, you were already brave enough to keep living. Life itself was scary, and dying seemed easier. But there you were, fighting for your life. You taught me so much and it makes me want to keep living, and this time, I won't be a coward.

After all, it's already a gift for me, that we met."

I took out something from my pocket and placed it inside your vault. It was the ticket I had bought for you the day before you had surgery. Too bad you can't use it.

"And I guess I have to keep this for a while..." I took out something else from my pocket, which was the wristband that belonged to her. Up there, you don't have to be afraid anymore.