The city was gloomy in the early spring.
The flickering of the city's colorful lights was just a gloom that made my sadness deeper in the days.
Next to the bedroom window, I sat leaning my forehead against the frame, contemplating the many things where everything was focused on only one person, Donghwa. But, I preferred to call him 'Brother Lee'.
I liked him although we were seven years apart.
However, from the past until now, he never wanted to accept me even though we had been together for three years.
Three years ago, at the age of twenty-two, I struggled to support myself by working in a bar as a prostitute. It was just a compulsion, from the bottom of my heart, I didn't want to sell myself at all.
It was drizzling that night. I wasn't having any customers, so I was undecided as to whether I should be grateful or not. No customers, that meant no money. That's what I always thought when I was in the world of prostitution.
