It came as no surprise, their breakup - the words that sprang out of his twenty-year-old lips came naturally, as if belonged not to Jongseong, but somewhere in a lost scripture, found under oblivious eyes and reverent hands, tales and lives away from where it was first inscribed. "You know, I'll probably never regret us," Hyung said, and it took everything out of Jongseong not to kneel. "I know," And he knew it wasn't a lie, despite the slight tremble in his voice, "I won't either." The true tragedies are always malleable. Theirs aren't. "Damn this," Heeseung hyung laughed, and here it is again, that funny imitation of the inanimate, threatening to lunge itself out of Jongseong's throat, "You and your goddamn romance."