http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnzkVdPXHiM   The hush movements of footsteps rushing to work in the morning pulled you out of your slumber. You lay awake on your bed as you listened to the hush voices down below.    “Hurry up Xiumin! You’re going to make us late again!” Chanyeol growled.    Xiumin, probably stuffing his mouth with his breakfast, growled right back at his younger brother. “You didn’t have to wait for me!!”   “Shhh!” Someone shush the both of them. “Goddess is sleeping! Be quiet!” Lay told them, leaving the two bickering boys behind.    You heard the two boys say something incoherent before the door slammed shut. You could already picture the twelve of them tottering to work, their footsteps leaving prints on the snow in this early morning fog. The snow had begun to fall down again.    You were sleeping on your back, your eyes fixated on the ceiling above. *Happy 19th birthday to me~* Sitting up, you stretched your arms and let out a tired yawn. It was still too early, but your body was weary to the point it didn’t need sleep. You weren’t so sure what you needed. You had told the boys you were going to stop by in the evening and help them out, yet you had no plans for the morning and afternoon.    For about 10 minutes, you sat on your bed with a blank expression.    The silence ensued for a while until an idea popped inside your mind. *Mom... Dad.... I should drop off their presents.* After their death, you hadn’t gone to visit them once. Seeing the stones that had your parents named engraved on it was a painful reminder to you that they were gone; that they were buried six feet under and was not going to return home.    *Mom, Dad, wait for me. I’m coming to visit you today.* You heaved a deep sigh and got off from your bed.    ---   After a lonely birthday breakfast with yourself and cleaning around the house, you showered and got ready for the day. You knew you couldn’t prolong this any longer.    Gathering all of your hair, you tied it up in a tight ponytail. Checking in the mirror once more, you descended down the stairs with your backpack. The snow was falling fleetly down from the sky and onto the ground. You wore a beige poncho with the hood over your head to protect your hair from getting wet.   Though you were not celebrating your birthday as you had hoped, you had dressed up a little bit in respect for your parents to show them that you were doing well. You only put a hint of make up; eyeliner, concealer to hide away the dark shadows under your eyes and Vaseline to keep your lips from getting chappy in the cold air.    Once you locked up your house, you made way to the cemetery. Your heart felt heavy with each step you took. The faster you walked, the emptier your mind became.    By the time you reached the cemetery, a forbidding pang cut through you. You stared at the sign and then at all the graves. A blanket of white covered the whole area. Your breath became slightly erratic and you suddenly felt nauseaus.    “What the hell am I doing here?” You whispered to yourself. Your eyebrows knitted together and you began to shake your head fervently. *Why did I come here? I shouldn’t have come. I’m not even ready to face the reality that my parents are gone.* unconsciously, you decided to back track.    It felt as if a pair of invisible hands was suffocating you; gripping onto your neck until air no longer could escape out of your esophagus.    “I can’t do this.” You were ready to spin around and run the other direction when you felt two pair of hands grip onto your shoulders. *What the ?!* You were about to scream bloody murder when you heard the calm, smooth voice say, “Relax, it’s just me.”    You blinked rapidly and wiggled out of his grasp. “What are you doing here, Zico?” You grew defensive and wary.    “Paying my respect.” Zico answered honestly. “Oh.” You softened, and your eyes flickered around to see if he was with anyone, but he wasn’t. “For your family...?” You dared to ask him.   Zico gave his head a small shake. “No, for yours.”   Your eyes widened. “H—how did you know?”    “The question is not how I know. The question is, why were you planning to run way?” Zico asked, sincerity written all over his face.    You looked away and cleared your throat uncomfortably. “It’s none of your business. Now if you just move to the side so I can leave—” Zico blocked your pathway.   You frowned, and glanced up at him with an irritated expression. “Zico.”   “Your parents misses you,” Zico whispered softly, his eyes practically drowning into yours. “You should visit them at least once. Share them the joys of Christmas.” He urged.   You grew silent. You grimaced to fight back the tears. *Who is he to say all these things.*   “Come on,” Zico lightly thumped your back to move you forward. “The least you can do is say hello, right? It’ll be fine, I swe