Who is Jin?

Why he’s there?

When did they meet?

How did they fall in love before?

Why is she alone?

Okay, let’s tie some loose ends. The keyword here is ‘try’

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Name: Kim Seok Jin

Age: 28 years old

Note: Suffered from over eating or commonly known as Bulimia. His unhealthy eating habits caused a new problem to arise, such as insomnia and sometimes choking from time to time. 

Status: Deceased

Cause of death: Suffocating from lack of air

Favorite: every edible food and drinks, and shows about cute animals.

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“Have you heard? He managed to kill himself in there.”

“I heard that room is now accompanied by the new girl”

“Let’s just hope she didn’t end up like him.”

The two employees walk away, not caring that literally everyone heard their conversation.

It’s not that I don’t hear what they said, I just don’t care. Why should I care for something so trivial?

Today, ‘they’ finally throw me away, from the hell they called ‘home’. I’ve been waiting for this day every single day in my life. It’s not that surprising, no one would stay by my side when they knew I’m not normal.

I walked inside my new found home, taking in all of my new surroundings, so I could get used to it faster. It was a normal hell, but still better than my last one”

“Hey, are you the new resident here?”

A soft voice perked my ears and I realize he was inside my newly found room.

And I’m supposed to be alone here, so that people don’t have to put up with my crazy self.

It doesn’t take much to piece everything together and realized that he was nothing like me anymore.

“Yes. Why are you here?”

He smiled sweetly and walk towards me.

‘He was handsome’ Was my first impression of him and my thoughts at the moment.

“I ate too much”

I know he was aware that that’s not what I’m asking by the way he smiled so innocently.

So I decided to not pry further, because that’s not my business to tell.

“Why are YOU here?”

He asks, with the clear connotation on me, before sitting down on the floor.

“I’m not normal”

“They say you’re not normal, because you could see me?”

I look at him blankly before contemplating for a minute, then nodding slowly.

“Well, you could say that. It became worst when you forget things a lot”

He seems to be empathizing with me.

“Would you be my friend?”