Screaming. Crashing. Crying. I couldn’t handle it, the thought of my parents breaking apart. Separating me from my little brother. My tiny, adorable 7 year old brother, Jihoon. I couldn’t stand it. Missing out on all his accomplishments, his smiles and his laughter. I laid there, in the middle of nowhere. Grass surrounding my body, the stars that littered the night sky as my company. The slight noise of the crickets soothing me as I stare up, pondering what my life could be like. Why did life have to be so unfair? Out of all people It could be unfair to, why me? Tears. I couldn’t hold them back anymore, as they cascaded down my cheeks. I felt like shouting and screaming at the world for ripping apart my family. For being unfair. For ruining my life. For every gosh damn wrong thing in my life. My heart pounded fiercely against my chest, wanting to break out of my body and run wildly into the world. I roughly wiped my tears and sighed. Life was cruel. I gazed at the stars and wondered what it would be like to be a star who didn’t have to worry about anything.

Shuffling. My ears perked up at the noise, I sat up, whipping my head around to find the source of the noise. I caught the outline of a figure, who seemed to be wandering around. Our eyes met, and I examined his dark chocolate orbs that somehow felt comforting. There, stood a boy, my age with dark hair that barely reached his eyes. He was dressed in jeans, brown combat boots, a white shirt covered with a green j