The hardest thing in loving a woman is to keep her feelings. *** Ansel was like a possessed person. He repeatedly rang the bell of Qeiza’s apartment door. Its sounds roared hard so it could reach the neighbors’ apartments. Some of them opened their apartment doors. They altogether poked their heads. They were curious about what’s happening. Otherwise, they also felt annoyed with the guest who didn’t know the etiquette. It’s after midnight. He shouldn’t have made noise. “You don’t know how to respect others’ privacies, huh?” An old man snapped at Ansel. He seemed very annoyed because his sleep was disturbed. Ansel glanced at him slightly. He didn’t respond to the man’s scolding. His heart and mind were too messed up to behave reasonably. He rang the doorbell again. The next seconds, he sighed in disappointment. The door in front of him still closed tight like a stone wall. Those—who were seeing how desperate Ansel was—could only shake their heads. As fellow men who had ever been y

Sometimes, what we feel is only stored in our hearts. *** “Get lost! This is working hours,” said Boss Song. The line of the employees was in disarray. They disbanded and went back to their own office. “You’re an exception, Miss Aleta!” Boss Song stopped Aleta’s steps. Aleta wanted to deny, but Boss Song’s cold stare froze her tongue. “Y–yes, Boss!” She nodded. She walked with her legs trembled. She followed him to his room. Aleta’s heart pounded. She was freaked out when she imagined the worst possibility she would face. “I want you to pack your belongings right now!” said Boss Song with no doubts. “B–but, Boss ….” Aleta was dumbfounded. Her face instantly got pale. She had predicted that she would get a punishment as a consequence for her wrong doings. However, she never thought that Boss Song would directly kick her out of the company. Aleta slammed herself on the floor. She knelt in front of Boss Song. Her head lowered. “Please forgive me, Boss!” she begged. “It’s my fau

Hate anyone to an extent, because we will never know when the hatred turn into love. *** The light of blitz flashed countless times. It shined on the faces of the bride and groom who were doing a pre-wedding photo session. Many times both of them changed positions according to the photographer’s direction. Qeiza watched every scene with a satisfied smile. Joanna looked very stunning in the wedding dress she designed for her. “Okay. We’re done!” shouted the photographer. Qeiza immediately helped Joanna with her wedding dress. She lifted up its tail with much care. Standing applause welcomed Joanna when she walked towards the fitting room. “I don’t remember I’ve ever invited you to come here, Xander,” said Joanna. Xander smiled awkwardly. “You didn’t,” he said. “As usual, I escort your naughty cousin whenever he goes.” “If he’s coming here just to make some troubles,” said Joanna. “You’d better ask him to leave. I don’t wanna him destroy my happiness.” It was the last session o

Friends are not always sweet. But at least, they don’t pretend to be nice either. *** Qeiza smiled in satisfaction. Her desk was neat again. She could leave the room with no worry about losing some of her things. She slightly looked out through the window. The sky was cloudy. The weather in the fall was really changeable easily. It also often rained. Luckily, she had promised Dae Hyun not to work late. If not, he would deliberately be very worried about her. Qeiza left her room with light feeling. Her designed was done. She just needed to send it tomorrow morning. It seemed she was impatient to know the result of the fifty top selections then. Drrrt! Drrrt! Qeiza’s cell phone vibrated. She immediately reached into her pocket and checked an incoming message. “It’s still cloudy,” she whispered, looking at the sky from the distance. The sender of the message invited her to meet in a café. Qeiza was so eager to go there. She had been ages not see the one who sent her the unexpected

Qeiza was on her way to the office. She drove her car. She wanted to arrive at the office earlier. She still wanted to recheck her design. Today was the day for her to submit her work for the prestigious competition. Arriving at her office, Qeiza walked fast to her room. As soon as she got in, her eyes rounded perfectly. The room was messy. The pieces of papers and her drawing equipment were scattered everywhere. “What happened?” She rushed to close her desk. She took the pictures of the room mess from different angles. After gathering enough evidence in form of pictures and video recordings, she started cleaning up the mess. She picked up her equipment that was scattered on the floor. “Oh, no!” Qeiza screamed when she remembered the design she would send. She then put back the things in her hands on the floor. She ran back to her desk. Her fingers were shaking when she switched on the computer. Even, she didn’t think to sit. She kept searching the file of her design, moving from