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Irene's P.O.V.

"Welcome home dear" Mrs. Song welcomed me as I went to visit her house again.

"It was always good to see you smiling Mrs. Song, and thank you for telling me that I could call this as my home" I smiled as she let me inside her house as I immediately walked towards their kitchen.

"Of course you're always welcome here Irene" I smiled as she told me that.

"Shall I cook again?" I asked her pretending to be innocent while I immediately grabbed the knife as I tried cutting the onions before Mrs. Song could even oppose.

"Hmm, can I help?" She asked, then I pretended to think fr a bit.

"Sure, but you're only going to wash the dishes" She looked at me as if I'm just joking, I immediately laughed and she also did the same.

"What's happening in the kitchen hmm?"

"Good evening Mr. Song"

"Irene, are you here to cook dinner for us?"

"Probably"

"But why does it seems like you're visiting us just because of Slater?"

"Yeobo"

"I just want him to get well, I hope bugging him everyday could get him back to his senses at least"

"Now, can you leave us now Mr. Song because your wife and I are going to prepare the breathtaking dish you could ever taste"

"I'll remember that Irene, I'll wait in my office room" Mr. Song said as he walkee inside his office, leaving us in the kitchen.

"What shall we cook?"

"Aren't you going to eat? Why are you preparing another set of meal there. You food is already settled in the dinning room"

"Slater also need to eat, I'll just give this to him then I'll eat afterwards"

"Is his room locked?"

"No, I visited him earlier and surprisingly he didn't left the room locked but I think it's better if you could knock and ask if you can enter the room"

"Okay Mrs. Song" I nod my head

"Irene, aren't you going to join us?" Mr. Song asked me as he stopped eating first.

"I'll just give this to Slater and then I'll go back"  I said as I looked at the tray I have.

"Sure" Mr. Song smiled as he immediately scooped some food and rice on his plate. I carefully balanced the tray on my hands as the soup tried to get spilled on the tray. I walked upstairs, remembering his room where I voluntarily tooke care of him even when he's a bit unconscious. When I found his room, I bala CED the tray on my left hand and knocked on the door three time.

"Can I come in?" I asked once I tried knocking the second time. He should've answered me right now, but I'm guessing that he's not going to answer me again because of the problem he was still thinking about. I opened the door and saw him lying on his bed sideways as he just stared at the opened window in his room. If I were him, I would probably get scared at immediately close it but even the lights inside his room are closed so you couldn't easily spot him.

I placed the tray on his nightstand and went to the door, I was hesitating to leave him so I turned my head towards his direction again and decided to stay. I flickered the light open and sat on the end of his bed. I began to get impatient when I could see him still lying in he same place and pose.

"Shouldn't you atleast drink?" I snapped, he didn't move but I know that he's listening to me. I could see his eyes blinking and that gave me that hope that he wants to forget everything but his memories doesn't want to leave him.

"Slater, I'm talking to you" A few minutes passed and yet he's still not answering me. I stared at his face and saw him giving a sharp intake of breath. Now I know that what he wants to do, he do it. What he doesn't want, he'll ignore you.

"It's none of your business" He answered simply. It's been a year eversince I heard his voice again and now, it really has a pinch of coldness and sorrow in his tone. He wants to hide all his pain and sorrows but putting up a cold front and I clearly understand that.

"I know what's the reason behind your cold apperance, I know everything" I started to talk, I want him to change. To stop believin and dwelling in things he shouldn't be. He should forget and leave the past behind.

"You don't know what happened that day" He snapped. That's good, he's starting to talk to me. He's giving me hope that I could slowly change him even if it's against his will.

"That's why I'm here, I wanted to know what happened. I wanted to know what really happened, I wanted to open your heart again, even if it takes time to melt your cold heart" I argued. I know that saying those words  infront of him might misunderstood me. He must've thought that I wanted to replace Heather in his heart but that's not what I meant.

"You should leave" He snapped at me again. Atleast I know that he could slowly start to change and talk to me.

"It's you who should leave everything behind, you need to free your heart by leaving all the memories you had with her" I then added but I think it only made it furious.

"Get out" He ordered me, without even thinking, I walked out of his room and got back at the dinning room where Mr. and Mrs. Song were staring at me in awe and sorrow. They must've heard something when Slater and I were talking.

"Irene" Mrs. Song called out

"I'm fine Mrs. Song, shall we eat?" I asked, trying to lift the tension heard earlier. I shouldn't be fighting with their son right? It's not like I'm his mother who gave birth to him. Why would I even get worried?