I huffed and decided to go to class anyway.

“I can’t risk getting into any trouble just cause of a scarf.”  I muttered, staring at my face in the mirror. I quickly wiped my face with my sleeve and rushed towards the junior’s level. The teacher was just around the corner as I slipped inside the classroom. I sat on my seat with a loud sigh.

Classes resumed, I took some notes, zoned out a bit, the usual.

What surprised me was by the end of the last period, Chunji was at the door, looking very apologetic. I raised my brow as he approached me in my seat. I stopped in the middle of my packing and faced him. “What’s up?” I asked.

“Um, about your scarf…” he started. “I kinda played with it during classes and the windows were open so it-“

“It flew away?”

He looked at me. “Yeah. It landed on top of that tree.”

So anyway, you strangled Chunji and he started choking and you knocked him out because that thing was one of the things that reminded you of a single precious memory from your childhood that involved your parents.

You knocked him out but thankfully, not permanently.

Bad ending.

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