Nayeon's POV:

"And this is her closet" I said as I finished giving her the tour of this huge apartment. Honestly I don't know why it was this big but it was incredible.

"Huh.. Momo is a big liar" Jeongyeon grunted as she sat down on the couch.

"You hungry?" I asked her while going to make some ramen. She nodded so I made some ramen and handed a bowl to her and we ate in silence.

"You said she saved you twice... What.. What do you mean?" She asked after we were done.

"Uh... Before she got beaten up she'd come to my house to apologize. A couple of guys came to kidnap me.. But she'd left her keys so she came back and saved me." I said in a small voice.

"Oh." Jeongyeon said looking at the floor.

"Why is Momo like that?" I asked her. Momo'd told me her story, but I wasn't asking Jeongyeon about her past. She seemed to know what I was talking about.

"She used to snap at her dad, talk back and fight back but then she..... Said she fell in love. And something happened after that and she became miserable. Now, she just takes everything people throw at her without saying anything. She makes them think she is that horrible person.. She.. I don't know. We stopped talking about everything a few years ago. She and I are close but she doesn't talk as much." She said and looked at me with a small smile.

"Breakup huh? I know what it is like to be in love." I said with tears in my eyes.

"Hmm?" Jeongyeon asked

"I... When I couldn't see, I met a woman. She was my everything. At least that's what I thought. I could never see her, but she was always there for me. She never complained or felt bad or anything when people made fun of us or when I needed extra help in or if I was a slow walker. I loved her and she loved me. She was the first person in a long time to love me. She made me feel like I was the only one. She did so much for me. But when she needed me the most, I couldn't be there. I- I wasn't there for her. She didn't get mad, she didn't even care about it, but she didn't come to see me for a while. But then the doctors said they'd found me a donor. I knew it was because of her, but I hadn't spoken to her in months. On the day of my operation, she was there to cheer me up. I thought I would get to see her face after my operation. I wasn't allowed to open my eyes for around 24 hours or more. She was there talking to me. I could hear her. But when I did open my eyes, she was gone. She'd paid for everything and she had left me. I never heard or saw her again. I never used a phone so I didn't even know how to contact her, I tried to ask around by her name but no one said they knew her. I even went to the places we went together but they all told me I only came alone. I knew.. She'd told them not to say anything. I just wanted to see her once. I wanted to look at her and call her beautiful, the way she always called me. I wanted to see her" I sobbed while remembering