I used to have everything. Sure, I had lost my mother in a house fire when I was a toddler, but my father was always good to me and I had the best hyung in the world, so I was okay without a mother. I had a great family life, and while my best friend could get annoying at times, I knew that I was lucky to have him.

I started dancing when I was five, when I started taking ballet classes. Don't ask.
I continued dancing through my middle and high school career, taking up different types of styles and perfecting them. By the time I entered high school, I had mastered ballet, tap, jazz, and waltz dancing. My high school years were focused on hip hop.

I met him by accident. He got lost when picking up his younger sister from her ballet class and accidentally walked in on my own practice at the rec center. He wouldn't leave me alone after he found out that we went to the same school, following me around everywhere I went until finally I had to cave and let him take me out. And in all honesty, I wasn't complaining. I mean, he didn't look too bad, if you know what I mean.

We dated for a whole year and three months before it happened. It was during my second year--his third--when everything started spiraling downhill.

My hyung is gone forever, my appa can't stop drinking and hurts me when I go home, my best friend refuses to talk to me, and I've pushed Jonghyun so far away that he doesn't even smile and wave when we pass in the hallways anymore. He just stares straight ahead, always looking right through me.

And I can't blame him.