There was a girl. The only girl he cared about. The only girl he truly loved. He finally found the one that seemed to be perfect in his eyes. Why did it end up like this? Why did they have to separate? He loved her. He would do anything to make her stay. But she didnt. Her name was Kim Yunae. ForewordGlancing the desk he had an urge to open the drawer. He felt either something or someone whispering him to open it. He looked around the room and then looked back at the drawer. With insecurity he touched it and after a while of hesitating he slid it out. There was a bunch of papers and odd things. He was rummaging through it for a while; he was looking at her unfinished stories, on things, that she most probably collected on the concert of her favorite band, on polaroids which she took. Underneath everything there was a strapped book. He pulled it out and opened it on the first page.