-Aerin’s POV-   The wind felt refreshing. I’ve never felt this free before. It was overwhelming, but still comforting. I’ve missed the feeling of being guilt-free and carefree. It’s really been a while since I’ve tried loosening up like this. It felt nice. I took in a lungful of air, feeling cleansed inside. I was glad I didn’t attend classes. I would have ended up being more stressed than I already was after having that all-too-real dream about my father. I missed him and it was really burdensome whenever I remembered what happened that night. It still haunted me and I still end up asking myself why I got to live while he didn’t. It was unfair.   Sometimes, I couldn’t help but think that I and my mother were left to live in this world to suffer for his loss and every time I bring it up, umma would disagree, telling me that appa wouldn’t want either of us to be feeling that way about it. He loved us. That’s all that mattered. Still, why did he have to leave us? I knew that death was inevitable. I just couldn’t get over it and accept. It’s easier said than done. That’s always the case.   I guess even if Oh Sehun was such a pain, he offered some diversion for me and my mother. He had that quiet way in him, but he seemed to add life to every room he walked in to since the time he arrived. I had him to thank for that. I guess it’s just another way of saying that we needed him. It’s just latent.  I shrugged the saddening thoughts from my mind, concentrating on the music. My new Dr. Dre was really doing its job isolating me from the rest of the world. I could barely hear my blood rushing through my head even as my heartbeat accelerated.   All of a sudden, I felt someone grab my arm, pulling me backwards jerkily. The next thing I know, someone was holding me against his chest and I could smell that faint cologne I would always find wafting in my room every morning. I looked up and saw none other than Sehun, leaning against my ear. He was saying something as he held me in an embrace, but I didn’t quite catch it. I removed the headphones confused as to why he was doing that. Had he gotten bolder, attacking me even while we were in school?    I pushed him away, taking a step back. “Dude! What the hell?”   He stared at me intensely, his face darkening with rage. “You’re suicidal, that’s what!” he yelled at me just like I was expecting him to.   I thought about that for a second, shaking my head. I didn’t understand a bit. “What?” Just then, I caught sight of Chan Yeol and Kai staring at us with wide, terrified eyes. Before I could ask them what was going on, Sehun took both of my shoulders in his hands, shaking me. “Are you really that miserable that you’d go to that extent? Why are you trying to kill yourself?”   I just stared at him, not knowing what to make of his statement. “Kill myself?” I repeated. “Wait a second. You thought I was going to jump off?”   Sehun glared at me more. He was really scary when he was mad. Now I know how D.O. and Baekhyun felt. “What else were you about to do standing at the edge of the rooftop like that?”   “Y-yoga?” I glanced at the two people behind him and they both nodded at him in agreement. It was ridiculous. “I’m not suicidal. Seriously, Sehun-ah, what were you thinking?”   “Ha! What would anyone think? Chan Yeol hyung had been calling you repeatedly and you weren’t answering. You looked crazy back there!”   I didn’t know how to react to that. It must have really looked like that to them, but I wasn’t about to throw my life away. It’s insane. “I…uh…I was listening to music. Volume’s on max. I’m sorry, but you’re all overreacting. I’m fine.” Apparently, nothing I just said comforted them.   “What kind of person would do that? You, standing there looked nothing more or less than a bold suicide attempt,” my annoying roommate said, pointing at the spot where I stood just moments ago.   “Chill, will you?” I told him. Honestly, he was getting to my nerves.   “You’re acting all crazy!” he retorted.   I scoffed. “Enough with the all caps, alright? What are you so mad about I’m alive, one piece and kicking,” I yelled back at him.   He really looked infuriated now. “You’re being stupid,” he hissed.   That did it. I didn’t know why, but that really stung. It would hurt being called stupid any other way unless one deserved it, but above all that, it hurt coming from him like that. I glowered at him, preventing the threatening tears from falling down. “It’s your fault! You’re the one who made me bleed my brains out of my nose. Deal with it. Jerk!” I said without pause then ran off.    ***   Eighth period.   Yeah! Finally. I couldn’t wait for school to be over. I really hated Mondays and now I came to hate it more because of a certain someone who was acting like a complete nutcase, yelling at me like I was some kind of an idiot. Moreover, he called me stupid in front of his friends. That’s just unforgivable. What did I get that scolding for anyway? That Oh Sehun is really getting to my nerves. I’m not the one who’s going to adjust to his stupid mood swings. He’d better! I sighed, adjusting the strap of my bag. A few students passed me by, hurriedly walking towards the classroom. One of them stood by the door and watched me trudge towards it. Eventually, he went inside. I guess I was moving too slow for his