after a long conversation with cho hee, jinwoo was on his way home. although he was supposed to be feeling better, he felt even worse, like nothing had ever changed.

as soon as he closed the door of his apartment, he broke down in tears. he hated that there were rarely days when he didn't cry himself to sleep; he hated that he couldn't handle all his emotions. god damn, jinwoo was a guy, he's not supposed to be this sensitive.

he never understood himself, the only thing he understood was that he hated himself and the way he was.

a sudden ringing interrupted the soft sounds of his sobbing. when he picked up, the person on the other side of the line happened to be someone he just talked to. someone who's voice made him feel like it could heal all of his wounds. cho hee.

although jinwoo acted pretty normal during their conversation, she knew that there was something terribly wrong. cho hee noticed it through the way he acted all cheerful and postive. jinwoo just wasn't a cheerful or positive person.

the first thing she did after she came home was searching for the telephone. earlier she had asked jinwoo to help her memorize his number and since her own phone had buttons, she knew which numbers were where.

when jinwoo answered the phone, he tried to surpress his sobbing and all he could get out was a trembling hello.

"it's okay, i'm here with you" whispered cho hee into the phone's earpiece. "how about i tell you a story? a story about wonderland?"

"please" jinwoo mumbled on the other side of the line.

cho hee talked to him until she heard his soft and regular breathes, knowing that he had fallen asleep and she felt relieved, because she knew she had finally done something right.