Jungwon had been worrying about her more than usual recently, she seemed to be retreating into herself, going back to how she was in high school when he first met her. He noticed fresh cuts on her, noticed she wasn't getting out of bed or showering. She wasn't eating or drinking anything. It scared him and so he checked on her even more, which made her retreat further, so he gave her space. Not too much space, but enough.

One day, Jungwon had an important story he had to report on. His boss forced him into it, even when he had protested. He didn't want to leave her alone for that long, but he had to go. He completely forgot to tell her he'd be working for most of the day.

That night, when she realized Jungwon wasn't there fifteen minutes after when he was usually home, she snapped. The familiar feeling of abandonment crept in like icy fingers down her spine. She called and texted him for an hour straight as she sobbed, the sound echoing hollowly through their apartment. He didn't answer.

So after her call went to voicemail for the last time she decided that this was it. Her mind raced with images of car wreckage. Screeching tires and ambulances. Blood. A goodbye she never got to say. She went into the bathroom where she kept her bottles of sleeping pills that she hid from Jungwon. She had two. She took one entire bottle of sleeping pills. It took a little bit of time but soon enough she started to feel drowsy and sick. Her insides felt like they were being squeezed and turned.

She made her way out of the bathroom, using the wall to support herself so she didn't fall over. Her eyes were fighting to stay open. Eventually she collapsed, vomiting on the floor. The cold tile seeped through her thin pajamas as darkness began to edge at the corners of her vision.

As Jungwon wrapped up reporting on the story he realized he had completely forgotten to tell her he'd be working. Immediately, he pulled out his phone. When he saw the many texts and calls from her his heart froze. A cold dread washed over him as he rushed to his car and sped home to get to her, hoping he wasn't too late. Tears stung his eyes as he drove, imagining all the things that could've happened to her. He sped up even more.

She was laying on the floor in the living room. She tried moving but couldn't. She was losing consciousness. The room seemed to spin around her, Jungwon's face appearing in her mind like a distant memory.

The last thing she heard before passing out was the front door crashing open, followed by a voice she knew better than her own, screaming her name in terror.