'The world is burning.'

'Everything's been set on fire.'

'The smoke makes my sight blurry and it's getting hard to breathe.'

'I think I can hear someone shouting for help, or is it just my imagination?'

'Ahh, I can't think straight anymore. Everything's been too hazy. That's right. Sanhee, where are you?'

The man musters all his strength to look around to find his lover. He struggle to stand but his knees gave in causing him to fall to the ground. He called out for his lover but there was no response. He tried to look around again but the smoke makes his eyes tear up and irritated making the action difficult.

He heard a low groan coming from his side and started crawling. With much difficulty, he spotted her lying on the floor, blood seeping on her head, her breathing so shallow that she can pass away at any moment. He tried to grasp her hand but to no avail. He could only hold her index finger with his.

'Sanhee-ah, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I knew that we'd end up in this type of situation but I can't help my own selfishness. I already knew this but I just can't help myself. You're smile, your voice, the way you're eyes crinkle every time you smile and laugh.

Ahhh that's right, the smile on you're face that can light and cheer me up even though we're facing difficult times. You're stubborn personality that makes me helpless every time we argue. You're optimistic attitude to everything.

My love.

My dear.

My princess.

I hope that we may again meet each other, at a different time, in another place, with different circumstances. Fall in love again with each other. How nice that would be.

That was the last thought of the man as he slowly close his eyes, letting the darkness envelope his consciousness.