Sunmi

The friendship they had forged over the years had become as resilient and tough as oak. It's a shame oak isn't indestructible.

Whose fault was it? Hers for walking away, or yours for going against the word of her beloved Christ?

"How disgusting," was the last thing Sunmi said to you before turning around and leaving you standing there with those beautiful white lilies in your hand. You had never felt so much anger, sadness, and disappointment at the same time. What was the need to reject you so tactlessly? Sunmi had never been like that; you didn't understand why she had been that way with you.

Three months, how fast time flies. It had been three months since you cut ties, and she'd blocked you from all social media and your number as well. At least she had the decency not to answer her classmates' questions about what had happened between you two and why you'd broken up when you were always together.

Things were awkward at first, since you two shared a room at the boarding school—which is why you'd initially grown so close—but as the weeks went by, you stopped caring that he was there. At first, it bothered you that he didn't even look at you or that his answers to your questions were just nodding or shaking his head, but that didn't matter to you anymore.

It was 7 PM, and you'd just gotten home from your extracurricular classes, which the boarding school required you to take on its premises. Upon entering, you found everything tidy, as always.

Heavily, you headed to your bedroom, ready to grab some clothes from the closet and take a shower. Upon entering, you noticed Sunmi asleep in her bed. You didn't pay attention until you noticed the dried tears on her cheeks. Sunmi had never been one to cry. Sunmi never did. That was strange.

Without realizing it, you moved a little closer, bringing your hand to his cheek when he suddenly opened his eyes.