Inspiration comes from the most amazing things, the inspiration for this excerpt from the latest story came from a boys amazing voice http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IkVjIkWHqLI
Lee Hongki has an amazing voice... soft yet powerful like my daughters. I could listen to their voices forever.


 Lowrie Lee
Frey had just left Lowrie when there was a knock at the door. What had Frey forgotten now? She opened the door without thinking. “Gong-huk!” before she had chance to slam the door shut in his face he had his foot in the door. “Lowrie we are going to talk.” “The time for talking has been and gone” she said stamping on his foot. Even though it had to hurt he kept it where it was. He didn’t want to push on the door in case he knocked her over, but he needed to talk to her. He was a lot stronger than she remembered, and he managed to open the door enough to get through the gap. She grabbed her phone, “I'm calling the police!” she said. “Go on, you do know that 50% of everything you own is mine right? So that's 50% of this place.” he sat on the sofa, “and 50% of this sofa” she hadn’t long finished studying law and she couldn’t remember the particulars, she was really annoyed with herself. She tried hard to remember if there was anything about his never having resided in her home, this was what Frey had meant about being emotionally compromised. She called Frey instead. “He just burst in saying he owns 50%” she cried down the phone, “I cant remember anything” her legs suddenly gave from underneath her and she landed on the floor in a heap, “Frey” but it was Gong-Huk who scooped her up, she weakly hit out at him, and dropped her phone on the floor, “FREY” she yelled. She heard footsteps thundering along the hallway and hammering on her door, then Frey telling Armand to go get the spare key. Gong-Huk laid her on the sofa. “I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU.... GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!” she screamed at him, crying her eyes out, “GET BACK TO YOUR WHORE.... GO ON FUCK OFF AND DIE, I WISH I'D LET THE KIDNAPPERS TAKE YOU, I WISH YOU'D BEEN SHOT DEAD, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU” he pulled her into a hug and prayed she didn’t mean what she said. Just then the door burst open Frey and Armand stopped unsure what to do, Lowrie had her head buried into Gong-Huk's shoulder sobbing uncontrollably. She had reached her breaking point, Frey made his way round the sofa, Gong-Huk was crying too, just holding her, rocking her, “saranghae, saranghae ” he whispered over and over into her ear. She reached out to Frey, “take me away from this pain please” he held her but Gong-Huk wouldn’t let go and they all knew Frey couldn’t take her away from the pain. Without warning she broke free and raced for the door, grabbing her keys as she went, the lift doors closed behind her, if she drove the state she was in, she was going to kill herself or somebody else. Frey fought with the lift while Gong-Huk headed for the stairs Armand took after Gong-Huk, eventually Frey gave up with the lift and took off down the stairs after the other two. Horrified they watched as her car sped out of the underground car park and just cleared two cars at the exit. Gong-Huk's chauffeur driven car was out front, he pulled the driver from the seat and took the controls. Frey couldn’t imagine a worse person catching up to her, Armand had got their car and pulled round just after Gong-Huk. She hit the docks doing 70 and gaining, still crying. As she raced toward the end of the pier Gong-Huk prayed if she got out of this alive he'd never leave her side again. He couldn’t believe she was going to drive her car off the pier and into the river. Armand and Frey pulled in behind Gong-Huk Frey was screaming NO NO NO over and over. They watched as she hit the brakes, the car fishtailed and skidded sideways down the pier, she wasn’t going to stop in time.