"Hana. Jongin's leaving," Miss Kwon whispered in my ear.

"What?" I rose from my chair abruptly, staring at her. 

"He's leaving."

"You're kidding."

I eyed my mom and Baekhyun who stared at me with guilty looks. 

I hated them.

They didn't tell me.

"You didn't tell me!" I cried at the top of my lungs. I was burning red with anger. I had a feeling that this was the last time I would see him in my hometown. He was going to college.

Miss Kwon, my mother, and Baekhyun all watched silently as I ran from the chair and flew out the door. I heard my name being called behind me but I didn't want to think about who was calling me.

Baekhyun?

My mom?

They didn't deserve my attention. To my regret, I didn't slip any shoes on. The sand and gravel were tearing at the bottom of my feet. My legs were weak from being bed-stricken for the past week after my black out. But these thoughts were at the back of my mind.

I would die for him.

From over the hill, I saw Jongin with his bags in hand, standing in front of the bus with no intentions of staying to see me for the last time.

I was desperate, huffing, tears running down my face. Infuriated at the fact that he didn't even say goodbye. Disconsolate when I realized that it was his decision not to say goodbye.

I had expected at least a note or a bottle of water- something, from Jongin, but I hadn't even heard a peep.

I had wondered if he hated me. I didn't even want to consider the thought of it.

"Kim Jongin!"

He turned around and stared at me with a blank face. I ran down the final hill to where the bus driver was loading his luggage.

"You were just going to leave?"

He didn't reply. One foot was already on the bus.

I grabbed his hand and Jongin just gently pushed my hand off. Was this what it came down to?

"I couldn't say bye to you."

"Why?"

"Because." he stated. We stared at each other and Jongin shook his head, "Don't cry pretty."

I wrapped my arms around his waist. I needed assurance.

"You have to go?"

"Yeah."

"Will you still be mine if I see you again?"

Jongin peeled my arms off of his body and looked down, stepping fully onto the bus.

"Pretty, that's not up to us."