"How long are ye gonna keep doing this?" Lyla stopped in the living room, looking at him calmly.

He took a deep breath, still holding the doorknob.

"When I forget what happened."

He tried to turn the handle, but she let out a slight growl at the answer.

"That's impossible. Ye might forget one thing or another, but what happened is completely impossible to forget, and ye know that!"

she said, raising her voice.

"I know that! But I don't want to accept it! And ye know that too!"

He touched the ends of his hair.

"I had to use that cheap dye ye bought, and it's so bad it showed that side of me again, even if it was only a little!"

Liuk shouted back.

"But that's the Liuk I wanted back!"

She closed her eyes and tried to breathe calmly.

"Why? So ye can watch me cry again? So ye can watch me suffer all over again? So ye can feel guilty because ye couldn't completely fulfil yer role as an older sister?!"

He let go of the doorknob and clenched his fists in front of her.

"Liuk, I... I didn't want to tell ye this. Maybe I... maybe..."

She trembled and took a few steps back.

"'Maybe'... ye know I hate that word! Ye know everything that happened because of it!"

He took a few steps forward.

"But it's a normal word! You've probably said it yourself at some point."

She spoke more quietly.

"I have. Of course I have. And every time I realise I've said it, I regret it right after."

He stepped very close to her.

"I don't like talking to ye like this, because despite everything... I love ye."

He stopped moving forward.

Her gaze locked onto his eyes.

"I didn't want to say any of what I said..."

He lowered his head slightly.

"But ye're not making things easier. I can't stand reading that notebook anymore... but I don't want to throw it away, because it's the only way I have left to remember him..."

Lyla slowly opened her mouth.

"Do..."

she tried to speak, but he interrupted her.

"Don't say it... please."

He turned his back to her.

"Liuk..."

She tried to touch his shoulder, but gave up and adjusted the side of her hair instead.

"I'm gonna... sleep. I've got something to do involving someone I met, if my absence isn't too much of an inconvenience."

He grumbled as he walked toward his room, finally opening the door and going inside.

Lyla's fingers trembled.

She raised them to her face, breathing heavily and quickly.

She walked into the kitchen and ran her fingers across a sticker on the fridge, still slightly shaken.

"Would it really bother ye that much... to become who ye were again?"

she murmured.

---

Liuk put on some light clothes and threw himself onto the bed.

He opened the same notebook as always with a pen in his hand, reading every word and paragraph, crossing out a few sentences.

After several minutes of repeating this, he sighed and closed it, leaving it beside the bed before turning to the opposite side.

"Look what I found, little brother. Maybe it'll help ye understand what he meant..."

Lyla said, trying to hand a book to a small boy.

"But I don't wanna read books! I wanna hear him say it!"

The boy slapped the book away, sending it flying.

"Liuk, ye..."

She looked at the book on the floor and placed it back into his hands.

"Read it, please. Ye learned how to read ages ago, and ye're old enough to understand a lot of things now. If ye want the truth, then use what ye know."

She stood up and walked away from him.

Liuk took the book and slowly opened a page, running his fingers over a few words.

"Hm... there's a note..."

he said quietly, looking at the name attached to it.

The moment he read it, he stopped.

He closed the book and hugged it tightly, tears streaming down his face as he dropped to his knees on the floor.

"I... I... I need to know more."

He raised the book with his face soaked in tears, stood up, and ran toward his room.

---

"Why..."

Liuk, lying beside the book, complained as those same tears threatened to fall once again.

"Why did ye give me this rubbish that day?"

He refused to look at the book beside him.

He pulled the blanket completely over himself, wrapping himself up entirely.

"No... ye idiot... no, ye weak fool... swallow those tears... stop remembering it!"

He covered his eyes and curled up beneath the blanket.

Slowly, he pulled his head back out from under the fabric and ran a hand through the brown tips of his hair.

"I can't let... this happen again."

he murmured.

"Never again."

He closed his eyes.

"I'm different now."

---

The ceiling fan made the room colder while the pages of the book remained slightly crumpled.

"Hm... oranges... lemon... none of that makes any sense."

Yuri murmured, running a hand through her hair.

"That means someone is in a place where they don't feel comfortable."

She paced from one side of the room to the other before stopping beside the bed.

"Liuk doesn't seem to be in that situation."

Yuri commented, resting a finger against her chin.

Then she suddenly made a surprised sound and slowly lifted her head.

"That blond man!"

She grabbed her phone and opened an app, typing short phrases.

"If Liuk has contact with him... then he knows things I don't. But I'm a bit hurt now. Seriously, Liuk... I thought we were best friends."

She said this while opening her contacts and staring at Liuk's profile.

"But I'll forgive ye if... I manage to crack that ridiculous lock of yers."