I realized that Jiyeon has changed ever since she stayed at Woohyun’s place that night. She spent her day in her room staring at her bass and sometimes she would play her cello for hours. I tried to talk to her but I bet she didn’t even listen to what was I saying. Park Jiyeon was the best, also the worst. She gave me smiles and tears and yet I still love her for all these years.

I walked into her room and stopped for a moment, she looked really beautiful whenever she played her giant violin. Her hair brushed down her shoulders, her eyes shut so tightly filled with mixed emotions, the sound of music was really beautiful.

“How long have you been standing over there?” She turned around to look at me, flashing a smile. The last time I saw her smiling- I couldn’t remember that. But it was breathtaking. I missed her smile. A lot.

“Don’t worry about me, just continue whatever you’re doing.” I nodded, smiling.

“Whatever I’m doing? It is not ‘whatever’.” She frowned.

“I’m sorry, I’m tired, alright?” I didn’t want to argue with her, but I was really tired. Maybe it was my fault after all, for avoiding her at the same time. She tried to talk to me as well, but being an I was, kept on avoiding her for no reason.

Honestly I was kind of jealous with Woohyun. Their relationship was strong enough, I could feel their bond, and it was strong indeed. They couldn’t let each other go even if they wanted to. I wonder if Jiyeon ever had a feeling for him. Maybe she would deny if I were to ask her, but it didn’t matter anyway. She’s with me right now, at least.

Sometimes I wondered if Jiyeon had let me go, setting me free, because why should I hold on to something when its owner has obviously already let it go? But then I realized there must be something that made me kept holding on, I wasn’t really sure about that, but someday I would figure it out.

Knock, knock.

Jiyeon opened the door slightly, “Hey, do you have time?”

“Sure, what’s up?” I got up from my bed and sat at the corner of it. She