Lost Soul

"I thought you were dead."

"So what’ve you been doing since you left?"

"Did you even think about calling?"

"But I went to your funeral!"

"What happened to you?"

"I’ve thought about you every day since."

"So I left, what’s the big deal?"

"I tried to call you."

"Did you ever get that postcard I sent?"

"Have you told anyone?"

"So you disappear off the face of the earth and then you come back and just expect to pick up exactly where we left off?"

"I came back for you."

"Did it ever occur to you that I might’ve moved on?"

"Well maybe I don’t want to see you again."

"I thought I’d never see you again."

"I left you a billion voicemails."

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Choi Siwon had two titles. One, being the real estate agent who can persuade about anybody into tying up their money into a house that may or may not had a history of murders. The second one…well, let’s just say he’s the most reviled man in the neighborhood, if you will — a slut. Both he really didn’t care for a single bit. Siwon was living the high life and had no worries.

"—You, yes you.” Siwon interrupts aloud, beckoning the person to come closer, only to outstretch his arm with a glass in his hand to the stranger passing by in the neighborhood for perhaps an evening stroll. That was all about to change.

"You look like someone who knows how to mix drinks. Come with me, and you might earn a new friend that likes to spill the details on these hags in this neighborhood. That and a few hundred bucks if I have to make you. Deal?”

Rory Nam. 19. Korean-American. Leader and Main Vocal of SAVVY.