Description
Park Bom is depressed. She has everything a 31 years old woman ever dreamt of---beauty, health, wealth, good job, loyal friend, men falling head over shoes for her---but one, that man. How much is beauty worth if everytime she looks at the mirror, she wanted to kill herself? How much is health worth if everytime she is thristy, she gulped a bottle of vodka? How much is wealth worth if everytime she's in her Porsche, she thought about crashing herself to a 10-tons-truck? How much is a good job worth if everytime she's in her office, she wanted to jump out of the window? How much is a loyal friend worth if everytime she sees him, she could only see that man? And all of the other men falling over her, why does she sees them as the same face? The same smile, the same eyes, the same scent, the same touch; that man has. That man, who turned into a nightmare. At least the loveable one, the loveable nightmare. For her.
Not Quite A Good Start of The Day
