After leaving, they meet again. Circumstances bring me back into the life of someone who has no choice but to leave. What am I supposed to do? In my senior year of high school, there was a big-screen VCR at a 330 concert in Beijing: Yunho, a woman, a red phone booth, reporters with cameras raised, and the two of them forced apart... It always felt as though it was hinting at something. I spent ages searching online for traces of them, and in the end, this story was born... I'm a junior in college now. My senior year of high school was three or four years ago. I stopped following them completely in my sophomore year. From eighth grade through sophomore year of college, six years in all, I finally let go of the group that had put an end to my fickle ways. Even now, seeing old videos still gets me so worked up I can barely contain myself, but I'm exhausted from all the endless fighting and waiting... I didn't stay on the front lines until the very end, but I'm still waiting for the day W comes back. If that day ever comes, maybe I'll have the motivation to update... though even I think it's impossible. This story has been abandoned for three years, and I may never be able to write what I originally planned. But it was once something I was so passionate about, believed in so completely, and poured so much feeling into, so I decided to post it anyway. This was once a delusion I truly believed in.
