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Chapter 27

-Happens to be me to meet all their conditions. – and the girls looked at Wheein not believing what they heard.

No one found out about the accident. I was as if it'd never happened at all. Hyeon disappeared, and the world soon forgot about her. Someone would bring her up once in a while, comparing her paintings to mine, but it never went anywhere due that people started to forget about her. plagiarism was a tricky thing for even the professional eye to determine. Only my mom's fan was left frustrated and without an explanation. The committee kept quiet about the whole thing. They decline all interviews, both domestic and international. That's how "Jung Wheein the genius" came to be the one right here. People started to praise me for my talent, but it was all just a product of training. My paintings were never really mine. There was no way I could accept all those compliments. I told them how I did nothing, but they always got annoyed or being pessimistic when I say that. What else could I possibly say? All I could do was smile away like an idiot.

-And you were okay with that? – ask Solar.

-No. There's no way anyone can live someone else's life for them. – This is all meaningless. I wanted to quit, and that's when my relationship with my mother started falling apart.

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-DID I E-EVER ASK Y- Y- YOU TO TAKE CARE OF ME?? HUH?! Y-YOU HAD EVERYTHING E-E-EASY! HOW COULD Y-YOU BETRAY ME LIKE T-THIS?!! – yelled her mother while the nurse tries to calm her down due to the conditions, she was in.

-Anyway, I continued painting after that, and I got accepted to the G/T program and so on so forth. I don't know what to think anymore. I'm... just tired. – said Wheein. Their conversation ended and Hwasa and Byul were on the bus heading to the apartment.

-Byul, I don't know what to do. – said Hwasa looking outside the window.

-<<I remember Wheein telling me she'd lost her notebook. So why was it...>> - said Byul to herself.

-What about the notebook? You said you would never have liked me if it weren't for that. – ask Solar.

-There's more to the story. I just thought it should be between the two of us. there's somewhere we have to go. Will you come with me? – said Wheein and Solar nodded. They walked for few minutes until Wheein started to talk again. -Looks familiar, doesn't it? This is where you saved me. –

-Wheein, what's wrong?! Look, I'm sorry, okay? –

-When I was in ninth grade, my father appears in my life. –

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-What's with that look? Huh?! –

My mother and father lived separately, but they weren't officially divorced.

-Not happy to see you, dad? –

Technically, he was my legal guardian.

-You paint, too? Is that it? You mother. Where is she? I SAID, WHERE IS SHE?! – yelled Mr. Jung raising his hand and Wheein responded before the slap.

-AT THE HOSPITAL!!!-

-Don't make me say things twice. Pfft, what are you getting all scare for? Thought I'd slap you? –

We were heading to the hospital and I text my mother that my father came back. We arrive and go to her room and she wasn't there anymore.

-Were you lying to me?! Nurse, where did the person from this room went?! –

-She was discharged. –

-Where?!-

-We don't know, sir. –

It looked like she had been moved to a different hospital. And for a long time, I didn't hear from her. I couldn't even get in touch with any of my relatives who had been looking after her. My dad kept a close watch on me.

-Who did you call today. –

-I didn't call anyone. – and he took out his phone.

-But it says here that you did. 6:19 p.m., you talked to someone for six minutes and nine seconds. Who was it? –

-Just a friend. –

-Who, exactly? Gimme your phone. – and Wheein gave him her phone. -Why did you delete your call history? –

Eventually, I got rid of my phone. From there, I wonder where my mother is. After whom knows how many days my cousin came to see me at school.

-Your mom is staying with her relatives. She's still getting treatment from a nearby hospital. Your aunt is taking care of her. Wheein, I was thinking, you should come to stay with us. You'll be done with your exams soon, right? And when you get accepted, you'll be living in the dorms, so how about you come to stay with us until then? – and her cousin laughed nervously. -Anyway, the results of the G/T test will be up next week, right? I'll meet you in from of your prep school at 8:00, so have your things packed. Wheein, what's your phone number? –

-Oh, I don't have one. –

-How does anyone live without a phone these days? –

-My father canceled my phone call. –

-Really? God, he's unbelievable. Then let me give you my phone number. – and Wheein got her notebook out. -You're going to write it there? –

-Yes. He never looks at my sketchbook. –

-Well, it's 014...-

I packed everything important. I was nervous that day, and I went to buy a drink when I came back, my sketchbook wasn't there. I told the cashier if he saw someone with my sketchbook, but it was no help. It was about to be 8 and I left and waited for her, but she didn't appear. I went back to school to try to call her, but I never remember it. I ask if there was a call for me but there was none, so I just went back to hell.

-I'm home. –

-Why the hell are you late. –

-Sorry. –

-Were you waiting for someone? They didn't show up, did they? – so he started to hit me just like he did to my mother. I saw a chair next to me and threw it at him and escaped from there. I kept running and running until I fell. There is when I saw you, and I never knew there were people who sill give help. I saw you and there's when I decide to fall for you because you helped me. I woke up in the hospital and saw my cousin there and you weren't. –

-So, it was my fault? If I... hadn't stolen your sketchbook... -

-No, it wasn't your fault, Solar. Everything would've been fine if my cousin had come for me as promised. She had my friend's number, my teacher's. She could've called the school. I'm sure there were other ways, but she chose not to do anything. Besides, my father already knew about our deal. If I hadn't gone home that day, the same thing would've happened the day after. –