Walking home alone felt out of the ordinary. It was strange walking home in the silence when she was so used to hearing his familiar voice talking for the whole way. It was strange having nothing to grab onto but thin air when she was so used to feelings his warm hand around hers all the time. What felt the strangest was the moment she walked through the gate. She was so used to having to say goodbye to him about thirty times before he would leave, and even then he was reluctant. She was used to getting a last bear hug and the way he would her hair before she stepped her feet inside her home.

She had enough time to think things through on the walk from his house to hers, and she knew that she was in the wrong. She knew what she had said had been out of line. She was just so angry. She was hurt about L.Joe and Sooyeong at the time so her thoughts were messed up.

But she was sure that she still didn't have any feelings for L.Joe anymore. She just felt attached and protective over him. She didn't want him but at the same time she didn't want him to be with someone else either, and especially not with Sooyeong. She was being stupid and she needed to get over it fast because she had Minwoo to worry about. And she really didn't want to lose him.

She half-hearted dragged herself up the stair to her room. She threw her bag at the wall and flopped down onto her bed. She to her back and stared at the ceiling, they were covered with the glow in the dark stickers that she and Minwoo had worked some time on a few weeks ago. They weren't glowing yet but she knew it would as soon as the sun disappeared. She did nothing but laid flat on her bed staring blankly at the ceiling, waiting for the stickers to glow. And when it did she propped herself up and started to pace around the room.

She knew she had to apologise, but how? Should she go to his house again? No, it was already getting late and his dad might not like her turning up at this time. Should she call? No, saying sorry through the phone just isn't enough.

Her back hit the wall and she laid her palms flat on it as she slid down into a crouch. She rested her forehead on her knees as a million thoughts began to flash through her head. Her breath became shaky as she became a victim of her own thoughts.

What if what she said was right? What if she really did became one of those nameless and faceless girls in his memories? The thought of him forgetting her was a pain that she could not fully understand. Hot tears poured from her eyes where her clenched fists press blocking all of the light, she sees the darkness that she knows will soon swallow her and she fears it, longs for it. She cried as if the entire world, and all of its beauty, had come to an end.
She sobbed as if she were a mere child and lost in a new city. She stayed like that for a while, seated next to the wall while crying herself a river, with ragged currents flowing down her cheeks onto her wilted collar of her shirt.

After she felt like she had cried out everything, she felt extremely tired and worned out. She must have fallen asleep because she woke up to the sound of tapping from her balcony window. She blinked several times to get a clear vision, she looked at the clock on her nightstand, it told her it had just gone past midnight. She dropped her head back on her knees, planning on moping to herself some more when the sound of tapping came again. But this time it was more deliberate and persistent. She had a sense of deja vu, but she couldn't remember where from.

Groggily, she straightened up from her crouch and made her way towards her balcony window and pulled back the curtains. dropped slightly as she saw Minwoo standing there just in his jeans and a thin black polo shirt. He had his hands in his pockets and was shivering hard from the cold. She opened the window, but instead of stepping inside like she thought he would he grabbed her arm and pulled her out with him. Before she knew it she found herself encircled in his arms.

She could feel the tears coming back to her again. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and laid her head on his shoulders as he her hair, whispering soothing words into her ears. After she slowed her breathing down slightly he pulled her away and stared at her at an arm length.

"Have you cried enough?" He said softly. Tears illuminated her eyes like jewels as she nodded slowly. Her pulled her back into his arms again and took in a deep breath before letting it out into a sigh. "Please do me a favor," he said, his voice soothing and as soft as silk. "Please don't cry when I'm not around. I want to be there for you when you're in pain, I want you to be able to at least lean on my shoulders when you're upset... especially if I am the one that made you cry."

"I'm so sorry for what I said to you," she said, her voice barely coming out as a croak.

A soft sound escaped from low inside his throat, it could pass off as a slight chuckled. "Don't be," he let his arms fall from her, moving to the railing of the balcony and rested his arms flat on it with Yoorin standing beside him. "To be honest, I'm kind of glad that you said that to me, it was the first time you shared your thoughts with me." He paused before turning his head and staring deeply into her eyes. "Is that what you really think? That I can forget you so easily?"

She stared back at him with wide eyes, not know what was the right thing to say. Truth was, the thoughts did used cross through her mind frequently from time to time. Deciding to change the