It's been two weeks since Sungjae left me and it hadn't really struck me until I recalled all the memories I had with him - just the two of us stealing chocolate from mom's bag. Or when it was my sixteenth birthday and he forced me to sneak out with him to a club past midnight. I pulled my hair out at the memory, regretting not spending more time with him.

These past two weeks, all I've been doing is thinking back to the beautiful days- how happy I was when dad hadn't lost his money, when hyeong ordered me around because he said he had the right too, and when my sister used to give me a make over despite all my efforts to stop her. We were happy. I was happy.

Then things started to change. I was dumped, my grades dropped, we lost our money, dad fell ill, my sister disappeared, dad passed away, and mom... mom- as for her, she... ran away with another man.

Despite all that, I still stood strong. I had my brother with me, by my side. I didn't need my mom or sister.

But he's gone now. Who do I have?