Chapter Eight             "Excuse me sir. Do you need something inside?" The guard asked Jiyong as he stood outside the Gwangju High School.     He decided to go back to the place where Dara and his story started, the place where  he first saw her and fell in love with her.     He smiled at the familiar guy in front of him. He never change, just the fact that he looks like a family man now. It's maybe eight years now and it seems like this man had already forgot the guy who used to be the one who gives him headache.     "It's been a long time, Kwanghee hyung..." he said     Yoon Kwanghee just stared at him, crease formed on his forehead, as if thinking how in the world did he knew his name. This reaction made him laughed as he raised his camera and took a picture of his face. This made the elder guy widen his eyes, startled at what he did.     "Yo hyung! Kwon Jiyong here..." he said and grinned at him.     After that, he just found himself, being headlock by the elder guy making him laugh once again.     "Yah! You punk!" Kwanghee exclaimed.     Minutes passed before he let him go, Jiyong still laughing at the elder guy's reaction. After he calmed himself, he cleared his throat and smiled once again.     "You didn't change at all, hyung" he said.     "And you changed a lot. You're popular now, I can't believe it" Kwanghee said, chuckling. "The punk who used to give me headache before. What are you doing here by the way? Aren't you busy with popular k-pop artist stuff?"     Jiyong sadly smiled as he glanced at the entrance of the school.      "Jiyong! You're giving Kwanghee oppa a hard time, again. Tsk tsk..." Dara scolded him as he poke his forehead.     He was late that day. And when he arrived at the school, Kwanghee won't let him enter without giving him valid reason. He didn't answer and kept on passing by him. Seriously, he's late. But with this hyung stopping him from getting inside adds more to it.     He's been arguing with the elder guy when Dara suddenly came and stopped in front of them, her hands on her waist as she puffed her cheeks and eyes were in slits. She approached him and started poking his forehead as he can just scratch the back of his neck.     "Dara, good thing you came. But why are you still here? Classes just started right?" Kwanghee asked the girl.     Dara smiled at him and nodded her head. "Yes oppa. But the subject teacher is absent today due to some personal matters. And they didn't assign any substitute teacher for him so the class just got the free time for this morning" she said.     "You heard that Kwanghee harabeoji? Stop pestering me" Jiyong said, facing the elder guy.     "Aigoo! This punk-"     Dara poked him on his forehead once again. "Aigoo! Jiyongie! That's not the right way to talk with the elder. Say sorry..."     "Why would-"     "Say sorry now. You're late after all, and Kwanghee oppa is just doing his job. So, sorry...now..." Dara said with much conviction making Jiyong sigh.     "Aist. Alright. Sorry hara-"     "What?"     "I said, sorry Kwanghee hyung. Happy now?" he asked the girl.     "Good. Sorry about this boy's attitude, Kwanghee oppa" Dara said then smiled.     "I'm not a boy!"     "It's alright Dara. Good thing you're here to knock some sense at this boy's brain. You are an angel sent from above."     "I'm not a boy!" Jiyong protested.     "Just want to reminisce some memories" he finally responded.     Kwanghee stares at him with full wonder. "Is that so? Okay then, I'll let you in. Where's the angel with you by the way?"     By this question, Jiyong can't help but to look at his camera before he bitterly smiled. "She's...gone. It's been three months. I'm actually here to take some pictures for her, the least thing I can do. After all, she loves taking pictures" he said.     He doesn't know if the elder guy got his message but after hearing his response, he concluded, he did got it. "I'm sorry. That girl, she's an angel sent from above and... Alright, enough of this. Just get inside and take the time of your life..." he said and smiled at him. He smiled back and nodded his head.          ~~~~~o0o~~~~~         Jiyong traced the names written at the tree in front of him. There, his name and Dara's n