Rachel P.O.V >>2 months later

It's my day to visit a PUBLIC university college class. We are learning more about U.S. History and the classroom is gigantic. I thought now was a good time to unleash my inner nerd and go to school for a day. And to perhaps get my mind off of things... Aaaaaand yes, I'm bringing Kibum with me. I was actually forced to by Amber. Why do you do this to me Amber? Why?. . . Anywhoooo, When we got there, we both sat next to each other in the way back, totally silent, hoods pulled up, so no one knows who we really are. After about 3 hours, I was barely listening and Key was sleeping. That's when I knew it was time to leave. I woke up my dongseang and we trudged out

Key P.O.V:

"Key. . .Kibum. . Wake up, buddy!" I heard a familier voice whisper to me. "Rachel?" I whispered back, my eyes half open. She slowly sat up and gestured me to get up and move toward her. I obeyed and she and I leaned on each other for support to walk out the door

I sat on the ground outside the classroom, yawning. I haven't used my brain to listen to so much information in a looong time. "I'm gunna go pee" I said as I walked up a small flight of stairs to the bathroom. But as soon as I walked in, I heard a loud "BANG!!!"

Rachel P.O.V:

When we got out of the classroom, I yawned so loud. I had the feeling I was gunna pass out, until something caught my attention. It was a public university so there were lockers in the halls. And in the hall we were in, all the lockers were open. Not one was shut. It was creepy because when we got there, they were all closed. Who took the time to open all of those lockers? I stared confused through the hallway until I heard a tired, familier voice distract me. "I'm gunna go pee" said Key behind me. I was too focused on the lockers that I didn't even realize Key had left. I put aside my curiosity and put my back up to the wall and slid down until I was sitting down.  In silence, I thought of a memory I had with my dad once. It was one of my favorites.

My eyes began to water thinking about it until a loud bang at the end of the hall made my depressing trance snap. and with that, I ran to the source of the noise. I ran because I thought maybe somebody got hurt. it was possible

I got to the end of the hallway to see locker 143 closed. Still shaking from the force it took to swing it shut. "143" I thought to myself. "I love you" I thought of Onew

I was staring at a certain locker. It was scaring me because I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Then, right in front of me, it swung shut.. Hard. No amount of wind could've shut that locker the way it did. I started to breathe heavy. Only then when I realized that my breath was stone cold. What's wrong with me?

The locker number was 802, random number. Then another one slammed shut. Locker 10. Wait . . 80210 . 8-02-10. . .August 2nd, 2010. That's the day my father passed away. That's when I started to get uneasy.. Really uneasy.

"DAD?!?" I yelled threw the hall, in a way in which I was expecting a response. I heard another bang on the wall behind me, only this time, I tuned around slowly. And, right before me, was my dad, looking at me. . . Smiling. It made me cry. A silent tear rolled down my cheek

Key walked around the corner. "Who's he?" I heard him say. I didn't feel like I had the will to answer him. So I didn't. "Rachel, do you know him?" he asked again. Key never met my dad, so he didn't know what he looked like. And he looked different from what he did from his final days. If I could get Key to leave I would've. Just so I can spend time with my dad. "Keep a sharp mind" Dad winked at me. All I could do was stand there was silently cry. Why did dad visit me here?! Before I knew it, he was gone, and I was on my knees. Key didn't rush to me until I was on the ground in sadness, happiness, and fear

Key P.O.V:

"Bang" "Bang" "BANG"

The same slamming noise continued to repeat itself. I had to get to the hallway again. I was worried to death for Rachel. What if she got hurt? What would I tell Onew? When I got the hall, Rachel was face to face with an old man, her eyes were filled with tears

"Who's he?" I asked. She didn't answer me. She didn't even look at me. "Rachel, do you know him?" I asked her again more softly, as if I asked a helpless 5-year-old girl. Still no answer from Rachel or the stranger. "Keep a sharp mind" the man said, with a strange echo noise. I could tell by the way he said it, he was smiling. With that, the man disappeared out of thin air!! "Was. . .That . . A ghost?" I asked myself. I couldn't take my eyes off of the area where the man was standing, until I looked back at Rachel, who was on the ground sobbing voilently

I ran to her scared and shivering body. I embraced her. "Shhh. . Shhh, It's okay, it's okay" I whisper in her ear to calm her down. To my surprise, it was working.. "Rachel.. . Who was that man?" I asked for the last time, my face a centimeter away from hers. Her face was so heartbreaking. Her ice cold lips shivering. She had teary, forest, vibrant, green eyes, the famous American "puppy dog" expression on her damp face. "I. . I-it w-was my f-father" she whispered so quietly, I could barely hear her. I was shocked. But I tried not to it so well. All I could do was hug her as tight as I could. It was my way of telling her she could cry as long and as hard as she could. Obviously, she got the message and sobbed as hard as she could in the crook of my neck. Her body and tears are ice cold. I can feel her lungs breathe in and out faster and faster. Her gasping for breath made me cry