---1st Person P.O.V.---

     I awoke to the sweet scent of toasted bread drifting through my ajar door and into my pink dimmed room. I could hear my sister's horrid humming as my feet met contact with the soft, fluffy cotton of my pink slippers. Rubbing the sleepiness from my eyes I did as I had done for the past four years of my life, maybe even longer. The daily routine of Yang Haneul, the same old boring one. The one I had loathed with all my might, all my heart and soul... The one I would do for the last time ever, at least for high school and maybe in this house and room.

     The one I would miss. YooJoon bet me 5000 won I'd wake up late tomorrow in a panic, but late for what? There would be nothing to be late for anymore, nothing tomorrow, or the day after that, or the day after that, or even the day after that. Nothing.

     I'm sure I'd still see my friends, but how often? So busy with college; what would become of our bond?

     I changed into my gown and cap, it was blue, plain and ugly. A white buttoned shirt, and black skinny jeans were hidden underneath the giant cloak that wrapped around me.

     After, I hurried down the stairs to a breakfast set table. Only taking quick small bites I rushed out the door soon after my sister had left for work. Sadly she wouldn't be attending my graduation, because of the extra shift she had to pick up. She was going to travel all the way to Daegu next week just to do a handful of models makeup and also attend some kind of makeup convention. I frowned, maybe I should listen to my sister a little more closely starting now.

      Only beginning to walk down the sidewalk, I head a car honk beside me and jumped. "Isn't it sad?" a voice caught me off guard. "Senior; graduating in less than two hours... still no car."

     I smiled, a genuine one, the first of the day. A day I had no idea which way that it was heading, good or bad? There were no words needed, only smiles and eye contact and without a thought I climbed into his car. "Will you stay?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, even if you begged me to leave."

You shook your head, "Never."

---2nd Person P.O.V---

     Tears, screams, laughter how could you describe a graduation? Let's just say so many freaking tears. The nerve racking part wasn't going on stage, getting my diploma. No, it was meeting my friends afterwards, the feeling that made my head and heart want to explode. It brought tears to my eyes as we all embraced together in a group and then on by one, h