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The man clutched the porcelain jar, containing her younger sister's ashes. As she walked to the field their mother and father bought for them but forgot to say as they died before they could say it to them. Only Mrs. Han was informed and now he knows.

"Jinha, look where we are, look at those flowers that smells good. You said you love lavenders when we were kids, and I still remember it. You forgive me right?" he talked to the air. Laughing at himself.

Going to the upper point, he look down to gaze at all the lavenders. As the air blew, he spreaded the ashes. Crying while smiling.

" Look, you're like flying... you said you wanna be like superheroes right? I-I'll miss you!" he shouted as he spreaded it again. The ashes spreading at the field.

And as if he felt something warm.

Just like how you hug him when you're a kid. Closing his eyes letting him see the kids playing at the mud, kids playing in the snow. And all.

" I Felt It" he muttered

"Joesong haeyo, yeodongsaeng, saranghae"

Staying for awhile... Once the sun set,he left the field...not before promising to her that he'll be visiting again..

---The End---