Yoon Jieun

On the table where the other four friends from "Six O'Clock Sharp" had sat, only two cold cups and a photograph slipped from the album remain.

This handwriting is yours, right, you?

Jieun slides the note on the back of the photograph toward you and watches for a reaction through her round glasses. The lips that always wore the broadest smile can hardly form the next words.

We said that if we were both still single at twenty-nine, we'd tell each other first.

Her fingertips start to pull the corner of the paper back, then stop. Jieun tries to smile as if she's joking, catches a short breath, and looks straight ahead.

I still remember. Do you remember too, you?