"Will it be nothing for you if we don't see each other again starting tomorrow? Only the word goodbye sounds easy." -Lovelyz

Today marks the 1,095th day since I last saw him. Exactly three years. It’s been so long that I thought I would've lost count, but here I am counting the days away. Like a complete fool. People around me would be counting the days they've been with their significant other, but here I am counting the days he and I separated.

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I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling, hoping that I would drift away into a deep sleep, but that was a rare likelihood in my case. The memories always came rushing back when I was alone. I clenched my hands into a fist and placed it above the left region of my chest. My heart ached. The silence in the house made it even worse - not a sound was to be heard except for the occasional sighs I let out. This was a routine I hadn't gotten used to, the emptiness that hit me from time to time. No one around me really understood what I was going through - not even myself. It was all because of him. I kept blaming him for these insomniac nights but I knew it was me who couldn't let go of the sad memories. After what seemed like hours, I slowly dozed off, away from the sadness I felt.

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As time ticked by, it soon became morning. I felt the light that shone through the blinds hit my eyes that were still closed. Although I knew it was time to get up as soon as my alarm rang, I hit the snooze button, not wanting to get out of bed. A few minutes passed by later when I heard impatient knocks on my door.

"Don't you have class today?" My mom questioned gently yet loudly, unsure if she was interrupting my slumber.

"Yyeah," I mumbled in reply, somewhat annoyed by her constant knocks on the door.

I opened my eyes and rolled myself to the other side of the bed with my back faced to the blinding light that was coming from the window.  I kicked off the covers and slowly pulled myself up.

It's time to get up, Hayoung.

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As I drove myself to school, I the radio to distract myself from any thoughts. Just as I changed the station channel, as if it was just my luck - as if life wanted to ruin the the start of my day, the song I least wanted to hear came on. It was the song that he asked me to slow dance with him to when we first started dating.

Where ever you are hiding, I can find you. If there were no you, then my heart would stop.

I began to get emotional by listening to the lyrics but at the same time I wanted to laugh at how silly I was being over something that no longer meant anything. Every little darn thing kept reminding me of him. What was I supposed to do when I shared so many memories with someone I thought was my everything and have every little detail in my daily life remind me of him? Laugh it off and pretend like it never happened or cry over how it didn’t work? Although it wasn't worth getting worked up over, the memories that lingers just hurts so much.

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As I finally found parking in the overcrowded lot at school, I dragged myself out of the car and walked to my only class of the day. As I walked to the building and up the stairs, many people stood outside the class and I could assume that the professor hadn't even arrived yet. As I walked to the empty corner where no one stood, I looked around to see everyone chit chatting happily amongst their peers. I pulled out my phone and pretended to busy myself. I skimmed through my text messages to see a message from my best friend, Yerin, which read:

[Guesssss whuttt! I'm coming down next week!]

Yerin who was close friend of mine since forever, lived quite a distance from where I did because she attends school in a different city and it's been months since we've seen each other so this was worth getting excited over.

With my mood slightly lifted, I brought my fingers to respond but then suddenly I heard a textbook slam to the ground beside me. A guy who was much taller than me (which was surprising because I was pretty tall for a girl), lazily bended down to grab his book.

As he stood back up, he turned in my direction and let out a chuckle and said, "It's just one of those days you know?"

I smiled, nodding as if I understood, and turned back to my phone.

Minutes passed by and the professor was still not here. 

"How long have you been at this school?" I heard a voice say.

I looked up to see the guy who was still standing beside me look straight at me. 

Caught off guard and embarrassed not knowing he was speaking to me, I stuttered, "I-it's my first year here."

"Oh that's cool. I just transferred to this class, but I've been here for almost three years." He ran his fingers through his hair as he turned his eyes to a group of loud students laughing over what seemed to be very amusing.

Not really knowing how to continue the conversation, I followed my eyes in the direction of the group of students where he was looking at.

After a moment of what seemed like hesitation, he reached out his hands and said, "I'm Dongwoon."

"I'm Hayoung." I grabbed his hands and shook it slightly.

"It's nice to meet you."