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SHE'S NOT THERE. Na Heedo knew that, but really— can you blame her? It was a habit, and even though she wants to get rid of it; she just can't. Heedo sighed, closing her eyes as she turned away from a certain direction.
The top left section where a girl named Jeong Garam always appears in.
Facing back her opponent, she wasn't too surprised that Ko Yurim was also longingly looking at the same direction— knowing enough that she had also gotten used to that Garam watching them from the very same place.
❝Do you miss her?❞
❝Who are you referring to?❞
❝You know who it is, Yurim.❞
❝...Of course I do.❞
Jeong Garam broke her promise, after all.
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❝Seriously, why do we need to watch this? Are you going mental?❞ Garam groaned in annoyance, huffing a deep breath under her black mask.
❝Ah come on, 'Ram. I haven't seen you for months and you're like this.❞ Song Woojin rolled his eyes as he continued on dragging his friend towards the stadium.
❝Just do me one favor, and go along with my whims for once.❞
❝In my point of view, you are just trying to have me meet them once again when I clearly do not want to.❞
The Jeong heir wasn't having any of it, really but she ended up in that familiar place again. She silently watched her ex–friends do what their the best at, fencing. The girl was almost at awe at how much they've improved. ❝Brings so much memories, huh?❞
The former pianist drummed her fingers on the glass windows, chuckling slightly before responding. ❝Not really, however, for the sake of your own satisfaction, I suppose it does.❞
The boy laughed genuinely at her words, stuffing his hands on his pocket. ❝You know me too well, it's actually quite scary.❞
