"Tell me, am I?" Ziyoon asked one more time however, my eyes are already looking down. I refuse to stare up on his own eyes, not because I feel so awkward, it is because I saw him more than an idol, I saw him not as a physician; but as a man full of scars. I still can see how his eyes speaks so many words to say, but it never came out from the inside and that's where I am afraid at. I am afraid that if I'll go deeper, there would only a slim chance left that I'll get back up. Because even just by staring at those pair of eyes, I am falling hard.
I cleared my throat and tries to let go and move backwards; away from him a little but he suddenly hold my left elbow, making me stop and look up at him because I am caught off guard.
"Ziyoon..." I called him.
His eyes are looking at me, movi
