사랑 참 어렵다 (Love is hard)

Chapter Eight.

[ Rap Mon pov ]

I watch as Dohee exits the cafeteria. Turning my gaze back to the people surrounding the table, I smile as I catch Heesoo's eye.

"So how are you all finding school so far?" I say trying to break the awkward silence that settled on our table.

"Well," Heesoo says with a bright smile. I swear that girl likes to smile.
"It's been good so far, I would say. I've liked my classes." She turns to look at Chen and nudges him "what about you?"

Chen chuckles softly and smiles "school is school"

"Can't argue with that" I say slumping  back into my chair.

We all share a chuckle and continued to talk about what expectations we had for this school and ourselves.

I looked down at my watch.
It had been about half an hour since Dohee left to answer that call. She could be talking to her brother, but that seemed highly unlikely and I had a bad feeling.

"Is Dohee alright?"

Snapping out of my daze, I turn to see a worried Heesoo. Shrugging my shoulders I reply "It was nice meeting you all but I'm going to check on Dohee."

Everyone nods as I get up.

"See you around" Baekhyun says giving my hand a firm handshake. Surprisingly it was pretty firm.

"Tell Dohee, I hope everything is fine and that I'll see her later on." Heesoo says

I nod and make my out of the cafeteria, no Dohee in sight.

I try giving her phone a call but it goes straight to voicemail. Worried, I walk around the cafeteria building. Maybe she just found a spot to sit, maybe she's still on a call? All these questions started to fill my head. She wouldnt just leave without telling me.

[ Dohee pov ]

What just happened? I look down at my phone, confused as to why someone would call me....well not really confused.

To be honest, I wasnt a nice person in the past. But that's why being here means so much to me. And nothing, nothing can take this opportunity away from me.

*bzzt bzzt*

Namjoon.

Ignoring his call I mute my phone and shove it in my backpack. I need to clear my mind for a sec.

I walk past students, busy chatting; in their own world. Looking at them it feels as they have no worries. I smile to myself muttering 'if only'. It seems as though my life is filled with if onlys. Walking away from them, a chuckle escapes my lips as I think of a worried free life. How different would I be? Would I have made the same decisions?
As I continued to walk, I spot a clique spot for clearing minds.

A tree near a lake.

I walk over to the huge tree, its branches hanging over the nearby lake and take a seat at the edge of the lake. I reflect on my life and the people I just met. The feeling of peace and no worries. As I looked out onto the landscape of the lake, a small smile creeps on my lips as I looked at its beauty, it reminded me of my mother.

My mother was a photographer too. That's why I picked the hobby up and it soon became a prized passion and treasure of mine. My mother taught me while I was young to appreciate the beauty of nature and that true beauty can't be replicated just like that, its takes time and true nuture.

Pulling my knees towards my chest, I lay my head on my knees. I wanted to clear my mind, but it seems I've only brought depressing memories of my mum.