A secret is like a poison. It eats away at the person who is hiding it within him.But sometimes, a poison for one can be a remedy for another. Is Myungsoo the one to play doctor and try to ease Jinaes pain? Hes just another lovesick boy trapped within past memories like a firefly caught in a jar, after all.Memories of her.Memories of summer.   Feelings cannot be buried by the sands of the hourglass, and neither can secrets. Whether it may be the playful mistress of Fate, Destiny, or Serendipity, longing emotions and hidden truths will be brought to light like the oceans waves washing upon the shore to reveal a treasure in the sand.     Foreword It all started with a kiss, really, no matter how cringe-worthy and cliched as it sounds.At least it wasnt a girl that tasted like cherry chapstick, Jinae thinks to herself with a roll of her eyes.Rather, it was a boy that tasted like peppermint chapstick, who tattoed into the back of her eyelids the shape of his bow lips. Who improsoned her within memories of shy, yet flirty fingers. Who hooked her onto the thrill of whisking away her good-girl image like a magicians cloak.But alas, the glittery intoxication of summers pixie dust only lasted for forty days, and those days were long gone.Jinae sighs as she reluctantly slips on her new mittens and opens the door. She is greeted by a cold sheet of rain in her face.       For S U M M E R Writing Contest with the prompt "We met again, but this time in winter."