If we could, just for one whole day, stop breaking our own hearts, what do you think would change? The smallest movement and decision can trigger a whole world of pain—no wonder so many people choose the safety of immobility, living in a bubble, heckling the outside world where too much wrongness is recklessly plowing through quiet lives. I think about Jang every now and again. To be honest, I've been having dreams about her lately. But 10 years have passed, and I know these are merely remnants of memories that are better left as they are—done, finito.