Since Bom’s mother died her father started to drink liquor and fell into some mafia environment. They moved out of the beautiful suburbs of Soul where they used to live. Now her beloved daddy doesn’t talk to her anymore, not even look at her…

When her classmates in previous high school almost got to know where she lived… it was the first time they talked since 6 years. “ I don’t care… do what you want…” was all she heard after asking if she could transfer…

Since he loosed his job after that tragic ‘car accident’ as he said her… his “friends” got him as a shareholder of a brothel… Bom couldn’t believe it… How can a person change so much???

She got a single room at the back of that “Love hotel” as the banner said. What love?? She asked herself. Always being careful while going home after school. If she let anyone see her here… What would her classmates say??

Her small room was located near kitchen… Bom was thankful coz noise inside there drowned out all other noises… she got used to that after all this 7 years.

However Bom couldn’t help herself and try to stay out of here all day, wandering around the city, going to the malls, doing homework in the library, eating something cheap out of the street booths or siting on a bench in the park… trying to blend in all the time…

It all worked till she saw a group of boys following her… it startled her when she recognized one of her high school playboy and his other 3 friends. WTH was all she thought… I haven’t even talked to him… but he tried asking her out earlier. She didn’t care about boys, love or dating anyone so she didn’t remember them talking. Thank heavens for the opportunity to transfer school.

She never tried to look attractive, wearing huge glasses and letting her too long fringe to cover her face. Always wearing a hoodie while leaving or coming back here, changing up to school at public toilets.

Bom POV

I looked in the mirror… all I saw were my sad eyes…

Mom where are you when I…………….. need you? A tear appeared in the corner of my eye.

Aish!! I rubbed it off and stood up. After brushing my hair I wore new high school uniform and my glasses. Ok! Disguise complete! I looked around my room… “Just until I’ll become an adult… I'll leave and never come back...” I said to myself. Even that floral pattern on the curtains I bought weren’t able to help those red walls and black ceiling …

I wore the hoodie and my backpack and left. While going downstairs she saw a cook with a paper bag filled with sandwiches… “Have a good day Bom-ah” he said, he always said that even though I never answered him… only grabbed what he prepared me and left.

It’s spring again… but I’m not happy… I doubt that I’ll ever be…

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“Introduce yourself.” teacher said to the class.

“Hello… I’m Park Bom..” I said, bowed and sat up asap. Two girls behind me chuckled but I didn’t care about it… That day was boring as hell… all those girls in short skirts and knee sock, trying to look and act shy, girly, making small groups and giggling when boys were looking their way. Makes me want to puke…

During each break I stood up, grabbed my textbook and left the classroom while not looking at anyone.  

Luhan POV

“Luhan??? What is it??” I heard Lay.

“What do you mean?? Everything is ok…” I said.

“Liar! I can see it in your eyes.” He said and frowned.

“Give me a break Lay!” I said and walked out of the palace. The Royal Garden was so beautiful… it’s “…spring again...”

“What??” I heard Lay who kept following me.

“I said it’s SPRING AGAIN… cherries are in full bloom.”

“Yeah… everything is coming back to life…” he said and smiled while showing his dimples. Even if he annoys me I can’t be angry with him…

I rubbed tattoo on my arm “…will she remember me??” I whispered.

After my mother died and somehow I ended up on Earth, my father kept his eye on me for the whole time. He became brittle and short with words since that time but… since he remarried so fast I doubt that he missed her…

Mom kept pulling me by my hand… we were walking somewhere but I couldn’t remember anything except her losing her grip around my wrist…

Next thing I remember was waking up on Earth…

“I have to go down on Earth!” I said to Lay.

“Wha…What?? You say it each spring!” he stuttered “…father… he’ll never say y