SUNGYEOL'S POV:


I walked into my room and saw Heeyoung packing her stuff.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked her.

She's leaving?  Where would she go?

She looked up at the sound of my voice, "I'm going back to my old house."

"Why?" I can't think of anything right now.

"It's for the best.  I need to be alone and think things through and you need space and I'm giving that to you," she said.

She closed her luggages then started strolling it out of the room and down the stairs.  Before she could get out of the house, I caught her wrist.

"You don't have to go.  You can stay here," I told her.

"Anni.  I want to go," she said without looking back at me.

She started walking again and I slowly let go of her wrist.

How am I gonna make things right, now?  Maybe she's right.  I should give her time to think things through.


HEEYOUNG'S POV:


I went back to my old house.  It felt so empty without my mom here.  I went up the stairs and into my room.  It was empty except for my bed, some drawers, and picture frames hanged on the wall.  One of the pictures were me and my mom.  I looked at it for a while studying every detail of the picture with our lips curled in a smile and my arms around her shoulder just like a normal mother daughter bonding.

"I miss you, umma.  I hope you are some place nicer than in here," I thought out loud.

I got some bed sheets and blankets to cover my b