The Floating World

If I had wings, would you steal them?" "If you had wings," he said, with all the sincerity he possessed, "I'd want to see you fly.

He had a thought that if she couldn’t control it, she might burn him. But he didn’t care. He would burn for her.

If I had wings, would you steal them?" He glanced up. Her face was turned from him. She didn't stop but continued to walk along the fountain's rim. Spray dewed the top of her head, catching in her hair like stars. He knew she meant her question as a jest, yet he gave it serious thought. They'd completed one turn of the fountain before he answered. "If you had wings," he said, with all the sincerity he possessed, "I'd want to see you fly.

You inspire me with your strength. You inspire me with your goodness. You never give up, even when the odds are against you. I knew you’d achieved the impossible, and it made me believe that I could do the same.

I do. Though, I think, we shine a little brighter. How could we not? All this darkness surrounds us, and yet we still carry on. I think the stars, when they look down on us, see that spark in our hearts. It's our will to live.

Because whether the days ahead were full of darkness or light, Sunho would be there. He was in her heart, and she was in his, and nothing would break them apart.