as people, our coveted destiny hinges upon which one we elect to follow. in his job with the Warrens, it was normal to see dead bodies and haunted buildings. it was ' the norm ' but he never thought he would see a spirit haunting him and his girlfriend to help them solve their death. the voice in his head telling him different things, to help them, to tell the warrens and ask for help, don't tell anybody and don't help them. god, it's brutal. [ cover made by jean! ]

love is bittersweet. more sweet than bitter, bitter then sweet. it's a bittersweet surrender of youth. , It's bittersweet, More sweet than bitter, Bitter than sweet. It's a bittersweet surrender. life is bittersweet, it always has been. a foreign girl can't always stay next to her childhood bestfriend, it hurts to leave, the bittersweet memories when you see the pictures and recall the good times. maybe one day the sweet will overpower the bitter. "life is a beautiful game." he told her, staring off into the sky. "i wish i never joined this game." she said. Jihoon, however, in the girls life, was like the sugar and creamer put into her pure black coffee esque life. the spoonful of honey many use to soothe their sore throat, the seasoning many put on their food. maybe, one day, life will become sweet once more.

paparazzi hound me, but surprise, it seems you've found me. ' she's just a reporter. ' he muttered to himself, trying to get his mind off that woman. but little did he know that 'reporter' would end up being somebody a little bit more important to him.