"Lee Yejoon???" Soojin says the dead man's name.
Did she hit her head? Is she hallucinating right now?' She asks herself.
Still trembling from the incident, she stretches her arm and touches the man's sweaty face. The dust and dirt make the surface of Mr. Lee's skin rough to caress.
Soojin stares at the brown irises that reflect her face. She can feel his warm body underneath her chest. Every whiff of his breath gives her doubt that the man is dead or a part of her illusion and the memory that used to frighten her with every touch is gone.
"M-Mister L-Lee…" Soojin whispers, lowering her head.
Her throbbing heart begins to tumble around inside her chest rumbling her senses, making her lose her mind and all her restrictions. And like an apple falling from its tree, Soojin feels the force of letting her lips touch Yejoon's rims.
The entity holds her right cheek with his palm. Softly. Carefully. Staring at her eyes as she gazes at him.
"Soojin…" The ghost mumbles the woman's name.
