'Loving someone who doesn't even love you back, i wanna laugh in agony. I don't wanna fall deeper but its addictive, it keeps pulling me. I wanna keep betting, even though i know know what will be the outcome. I didn't care. Seeing her smile and happy is enough even though i know i will be the one to suffer. I chose this path, it's now late to look back '

- Lucio Maceda.

Words carefully written on the back of a old piece of paper on the back of haft burned music piece. There was also old photography with the portrait of a handsome man and a lady that has ink that ruined her face making me hard to see who is she. But they were happy based on their actions, yet on the man's face it had trace of sadness engulfed on his angelic icy eyes.

There is a small box besides the photography, inside was a bracelet, no name but 'ILY' we're engraved to it.

"I love You, it must be it, but who is she?" a voice of a lady spoke with curiosity