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I sat in bed for a second. Then I glanced at the time.

10:14

I've been thinking about what happened for a while. These events were like a puzzle piece, waiting to be pieced together.

December 22nd. That's the day Yumi attempted. That's the day we met. We were hanging out earlier that day, then she went home and video called me an hour or two later. That's when she randomly hung up.

December 22nd was also the day the girl was found face down in the grass outside of my building.

Yumi's dad even knew the girl. I'm sure that was her dad.

It couldn't have been though. Yumi moved, didn't she? That's what the others told me. I might as well check it out. Where was her hospital again? I believe it was Redlix Hospital, not too far from here. It's raining like crazy outside, and thunder is coming down faster than my internet connection.

Rain is fine, it won't kill me.

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I got into the car. By the time I reached the hospital, I turned the keys in the ignition, getting out quickly so I could avoid as much as the downpour as possible. Electricity glitched for the first time in the entire thunderstorm the exact moment I stepped into the hospital.

Doctors started running around, freaking out at the 3 second power outage. They were probably getting ready to turn on power generators and stuff since there were patients here that relied on life support and other electric-powered machinery to stay alive or in a good condition.

Ignoring the chaos, I approached the front desk.

"Do you know which room the girl who fell off the roof is in?" Now they're going to think I'm a weirdo and not let me see her.

"What's the name of the patient?" Let's try Yumi.

"Yumi Choi,"

She scrolled on her computer before shifting through some papers. "Ah, yes. First I must ask for your relation with the patient,"

She is here. She's the girl that fell off the building!

The feeling of nausea made me want to throw up at her words. I didn't protect Yumi. I let her get hurt, and almost died. Did she jump because of... me?  Or did she do it because of her parents? Why didn't she tell me? Why didn't she trust me?

"I'm her brother," I lied shamelessly. Thankfully, she was bad at her job and didn't ask for any proof whatsoever. 

"It says here that Yumi Choi was discharged from the hospital today as of 9:00 o'clock PM,"

"Ohh," I whispered in shock. "Okay, thank you," I told her, seconds before exiting the building hastily.

That means she's home. That means-

No. She moved. They probably moved so she could go to a different school or had a shorter drive from the hospital. Where was her new house? I'm sure it was close. Second thought was that they moved far because her parents knew she had friends. They hate it when she has friends. Maybe... they were trying to get her away from me?

It doesn't hurt to check her house. There's a small problem with that though: I don't know who lives there if they did move. Whoever it was, I don't think they'd appreciate a teenage boy banging on their door at 10:30 at night.

I've never been a strong believer of God, but this time, I'll just pray for her.

That's all I could do.

I'll check in the morning after school if she's there.

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I wish I could say I was tossing and turning in my bed, but I wasn't. I was paralyzed, sweating my ass off because of the sudden heat. It was May now, almost June. The temperature here rose quickly, and it didn't drop until late August. I blame climate change.

Seungmin was directly above me. Most likely sound asleep in his bed as well. Once he acknowledged that something was hopeless, he stopped caring about it; chances of him realizing I wasn't going to call back within those 5, now 6 months was high. He probably forgot about me, or just stopped caring. It's not easy to forget about someone, so the second one is most probable.

School is tomorrow. Back to the same school to be interrogated again, just like the reporters. They've done a good job keeping the journalism, news channels, and reporters away from me so far. Besides, of course, the occasional sponsor or subtle questions that they tried to find their way around to force out of me. I know damn well of their tricks and tactics, they couldn't get anything out of me, even if they tried.

I closed my eyes. If Seungmin were here, life would be better. Just imagine he's here, everything will feel better. He was like a drug that numbs my pain. Whether it was mental or physical pain, he managed to ease it, even if it was just the slightest.

I know where my Seungmin is. It's not with me.

All these thoughts carried my brain to a point it didn't want to reach, allowing me to drift off into the world of sleep at the feeling of zoning out and into insignificant thoughts. These thoughts were more than significant though. It just took rocket science to figure that one out. Well, it took me going back to school with a ton of broken limbs and a near-death experience story to figure it out.

I'll see Seungmin at school. It'll be okay.

"Just a heads up, you're not going to school for the next week," My dad said, peering into my room before soundlessly leaving. How could he have picked such a gruesome time? It was as if he had read my thoughts, then decided to act on his emotions by punishing me. It's not like the teachers would care though. With the excuse of 'bed rest' after free falling from a 10 story building, they'd eat it up like someone on a diet eating ice cream.

The question still rang in my head: "Why me?" 

(Sorry that this chapter wasn't as good y'all. I promise I'll make it up to you with the next chapter! 

Thank you for supporting me, even though my writing's been very off and on lately! 

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