"It's tiring," was the first sentence he said after only thirty minutes he tried to study in the library. He closed his Korean literature notebook and textbook then piled it to be his pillow. He put his head on it and faced his right. The library was quiet lively, packed with mostly senior year, because exam period was imminent and apparently this exam would determine their next step, college. Most of them looked really serious, passionate, willing to spend their precious time only with study. Although there were minorities such as Wonwoo.

He sighed, looking at his friends. Why I can be like them, he started to wonder. Why I can't feel any enthusiasm... Why I can't find my aspire yet... Why I'm so down with this whole thing... Do I really want to enter college... If I don't, how to get a job then... Not part-time job that I've been doing all these times, a real job, a profession, a job that will repay father and mom also help them and my brother. If I can't get a job, how to live my life then...? He sighed for the umpteenth time as he closed his eyes. He tried to sleep. He needed to drift away any thoughts in his mind. He didn't want to get distracted by those kind of thoughts for now.

He didn't know how long he was asleep. He immediately raised his head to see the dark sky through the library's window f