years of us

one

They say, the environment where a person grew up make up for that person's traits. Moonbyul's family was well off, but her parents cared more about making more income than their daughter. They loved her and cared for her, but only for one month out of the year. And the rest, the girl was accompanied by a maid.

Moonbyul had trouble getting along with other kids at a young age. She was selfish and needy. What's hers is hers and sharing was not an option. Often in elementary school, she was just alone, doodling.

"What are you drawing?" A girl asked as she sat down besides Moonbyul on the bench while the other kids are enjoying their childhood on the playground.

"A forest."

"Why?"

"I want to." Moonbyul answered nonchalant as she grabbed the next color to shade her doodle. She didn't bother to get to know the girl, she didn't have a desire to.

"My name is Wheein." She said, a bright smile shown on her face as her eyes curved to emphasize her expression. Moonbyul glanced over at her from the corner of her eyes before answering with her own name, "Moonbyul." Before anymore interaction was exchanged, Moonbyul's homeroom teacher had gathered her class to return to their class.

At the end of the school, Moonbyul waited for the hired woman to pick her up from school. But the girl waited, but there was no sight of the woman. She wasn't scared, but rather irritated. Hanging her bag on her shoulder, Moonbyul started to walk towards her house. Moonbyul looked up at the sky as she wondered her way home, thinking about how she missed her parents like she always does. But that emotion started to diminish. She often forgotten what her mom or dad used to do with her, the memories started to grow hazy as it fades away

"Moonbyul?" A high pitched voice broke her thoughts. The source of that voice was from the girl from lunch time – Wheein. She was in a car, looking out of the window. "Are you walking home? Mom, can we take Moonbyul home?" Moonbyul stood there, didn't say a word. She's been walking for nearly an hour and she's yet near her home.

"Sure, get on darling." Her mom's voice relayed to the girl as she slowly climbed into the car when Wheein opened it for her.

"T-thank you." Moonbyul said, showing her rare manners. She stayed rather quiet while navigating the way towards her home. When she arrived, Moonbyul bowed, getting off before heading towards her apartment complex.

"Wait!" Wheein called out, causing Byul's look back. "Do you want to draw together tomorrow?"

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"So what did you do this weekend?" Wheein asked, looking over at Moonbyul as she sketched the resting girl in her book. "Did your parents come home?"

"No. I just went to the bar." Moonbyul answered coolly as she opened one eye to look at the ceiling. She was on Wheein's bed, Wheein's house, somehow she felt more comfortable here because she had her. Moonbyul looked over to the girl, "is it insane of me to hope that they would come to my high school graduation?"

Wheein shook her head, always been positive and supporting Moonbyul throughout the years.
"Not at all. They said they would right? Remember two weeks ago, your mom already bragged about how she cancelled whatever it was on her calendar so her and your dad could be there." Truth be told, if it wasn't for the younger girl, Moonbyul would have been on the wrong side of the tracks. Well, more like upside down tracks. Wheein pushed her hair behind her ear as she walked to lay beside Moonbyul, showing her the drawing she had done.

"You've gotten much better." Moonbyul said, smiling. Wheein would always draw her. When Moonbyul asked her why, she would always reply with 'she just felt like it'.