I’ve already gotten used to the boring breakfast, gotten use with Minseok treating me as if I don’t even exist. I have to applaud my own speedy ability to adapt to a new environment, but there’s just one thing that I still find it hard to get used to; the fact that this house is just too peaceful.

My ability to see has always hindered my daily life. Be it in school, on the streets, on the bus or even home. I’ve never once had a quiet night since that accident. And it has been a week since I’ve settled down in this new home, and to me it has become a fortress. My personal sanctuary as if it’s protecting me from those things.

I almost sigh but remembered Minseok’s annoying presence in front. There’s no use thinking about useless stuffs like this. Shouldn’t I be happier to have undisturbed sleep every night?  

The sound of his fork clanging against the ceramic plate snaps me back to reality and Minseok stands up suddenly. Of course, he’s going to leave without me because I have opted to take the bus and to me that is the best-est decision I’ve ever made because I wouldn't want anyone from school knowing the scandalous fact that I am living with the grandson of your generous donor.

I didn’t even bother looking up at him when he casually stroll pass, but I can’t help noticing the way his long and slender fingers move when he buttons that first button of his blazer. Whatever fingers he has doesn’t change the fact that he’s just a snobbish proud rude jerk!

Even the milk I’m sipping taste like crap suddenly. I really need to have a very creative imagination to picture the cheerful lovely version of him and I wonder if Halmeoni just make that up to save some face for herself.  

“Aren’t you leaving?” Minseok voice sounds in my ears and I can’t help but turn to look at him.

“Didn’t you leave already?” I am trying, trying not to sound so shocked. To think I am finally alone to finish my expensive looking breakfast. I wish.  

He is looking at me with that poker-calling-for-a-beating-face. What does he wants now?