Sorry for such a long time without an update! This took longer than expected, and for a supposed one-shot, I've already spanned six chapters *.* So I'm getting a bit thin on the ideas heehee. This story may end soon, so again, thank you for everyone who supported this story!! :* You all deserve a hug!! :D  

"Yeah, nothing is as good as it should be
'Cause this is the rehearsal
Yeah, in between the was and the could be
Love is the reversal
Love is the great reversal."

      Friday evening . Hayi sat in a corner of a small shop, head in her arms. She barely registered the waitress placing the cup of coffee she ordered in front of her; the smell wafted to her nose, enticing her to look up, but the weight of the day pushed her to bury her face in her hands a little longer.   "I don't want to go back on Monday," she moaned quietly to herself. Fresh hot tears escaped her, despite her willing herself not to cry again. Then again, what difference does it make when she had cried all the way here?   She deliberated on calling her sister; but knowing Chaerin, that would be more trouble than it was worth. It wasn't, after all, the first time she'd hear of this.   She thought of calling her mother, who would probably understand better; but she felt silly. She's twenty-two; she should feel more capable of handling whatever monsters would crop up in her workplace. Her father would probably only tell her to learn from this bad day.   She looked up slightly at her phone in her hands. She scrolled down the contacts list, aimlessly reading each name. One such name made her pause a second longer.   She sighed. Suhyun was in Mongolia with her family. She felt instant regret at the lack of probable people she could call at this very moment. "If I run away, will I have better chances of making more friends?..." Hayi thought mournfully. "Would I have a better shot at a career without horrible people around me..."   "Hello?"   Hayi's eyes widened as she belatedly realized that her thumb, which was resting on her phone, had called someone without her consent. Her fingers shook as she registered as to who she had called.   "Hayi, are you there?"   "Umm," Hayi brought the phone to her ear. "Hello Hanbin. Sorry, I misdialled. I wasn't supposed to call you."   She could hear Hanbin snort on the other line. "That isn't like you, Lee Hayi. Then again, calling me on purpose wouldn't be like you, eithe