Day 15

            I was in hurry to arive in time at the college. Today we had to give the projects to the teacher. I choosed to stop beeing angry at Kris. Maybe what happened to me didn’t have any conection with what he told me.

            When I arrived he was already there. I slowly sat down beside him, smiling. I took a deep breath and dared to ask him:

            “Who is the person that you made the project about?” He gave me a sad look.

            “Jongin. You?” I answered Kris just as sad as him:

            “Jongin…” He looked at me surprised.

            “Did you know him?”

            “I know him for two weeks…” He seemed angry:

            “you! Jongin is dead, how could you met him?...What date is today?” I slowly took my phone out.

            “November 18…”

            “Today is exactly one year since that fire at the dance studio!”

            It was pouring rain. I was drenched. I looked at the smoky window at the dance studio. I could feel a strong burning smell and heat coming from there. My cheeks were wet, but I knew that it were my tears.

            The rain really took me to another place…another times…

            I knew that everything has a meaning. I really wanted to kno