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CHAPTER 8 - Photo

Everything was still fresh inside Seulgi's mind. Everything about two years ago feels as if it just happened yesterday. Problems after another, all the good memories blown up in just one day. She blamed herself for all of it.

She was drinking her favorite coffee while looking through the small window in her personal clinic.

It's been a month since she relocated in the neighborhood, not far from the city itself, but far enough to start over.

She was looking at the busy street of the neighborhood in Yongsan-gu, peaceful environment unlike the street of her usual apartment back at Seoul, noisy, crowdy place and the cold feel of her old room-for-two. She smiled bitterly at the sudden thought. She raised her wrist and seeing that it was already 4PM, indicating that it is time to close up and go home.

Recently, most of her clients have voluntarily terminated their sessions. Other clients told her that they cannot already afford the doctor's professional fee and some simply never went back for follow-ups. It was such a professional dilemma. Doctors can heal others but not themselves, she thought. Due to this circumstance, her clinic hours was reduced by two hours, early enough to watch netflix when she get home.

Sighing, she packed her things and left the untouched clinic.

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She entered the room and was amazed at how clean it was. Its design was way different from her own. It has the familiar feeling of tranquility, as if the room was built at a nearby beach. It also has a modern taste, white and gray platform Ivory bed, white walls, etc. Beautiful, but a bit masculine to be owned by a girl. This must be Sehun's too, she thought. Sure it was cleaning looking, but as soon as she stepped furthur in the room, the bed's sheets were dishevelled, some books placed anywhere. Also cobwebs were forming on the edges of the ceiling and some on the furnitures.

She sat on the bed, surprised by the mattress' soft texture. She rested her back, looking at the ceiling, her arms comfortably spreaded out on the mattress, like some kid making a snow angel against the snow. It was comfortable, not until she felt something hard under the sheet. She quickly sat up and inspected what it is, only to find a picture frame.

She picked it up only to be welcomed by its broken glass. She withdrawed her hand, looking at the small injury. By instinct, she prevented blood from dripping by sucking it. She looked at the frame again, noticing beyond the shattered frame glass was a burned picture. It was a picture of two people, one is definitely Sehun, while the other person's face was burnt, probably by cigarette. It was a woman in soft brown curls, wearing a matched uniform.

She was wondering why a broken frame would be left here. Someone might be hurt because of it. So she took the edges of the bed sheet and gathered it to the center and tied in a knot. She decided to hand it over to halmoni. So she stood up from the bed, took the sheet with broken glasses in it and went out to see the old lady.

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Sehun left his office earlier as expected, leaving a grunting Krystal behind him. He already finished his paper works of course, Krystal would probably realize it later. He decided to drop by a café and pastry store to buy something for Irene when he gets home. Seeing the choices of the available cakes, he couldn't decide which one would she probably like.

"Sehun?"

He turned his head only to see the person he's been ignoring for so long. The person he doesn't want to see the most, but kept doing so.