Eventually the time came when I came to terms with the fact that Yumi doesn't need me anymore. She hasn't called back. She said she would, but she never did. After weeks, months of waiting, I received not even one text from her. She was sad last time we talked because her parents were fighting. She left, and that's the last I've heard from her all year. Since then, she hasn't even played Street Lights. It feels so unusual... so strange. Was she alright?

A thought, a feeling, burned me deep inside. I didn't want to admit it, even though I already knew that it was true. She must've gotten bored of me. I've been her only friend since that day on the roof. I thought she needed me since then. I made sure she'd need me and never forget about me. Have I finally failed? Was it time for me to leave this world now? No. Not without making sure Yumi's okay. But how? I can't just go to her house. Condo. Her parents don't know I'm her friend, they'd be confused. Explaining it would be difficult, plus I don't think they'd want me to be her friend. Her parents have a pretty big "no friends" rule. All I could do right now is hope she's alright.

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I swiftly picked my back pack up off of the floor. Shoving a few notebooks into it, I made my way out of my room. Umma walked around the kitchen. She must've been cooking again. Ever since she quit her job, this is all she's been doing. She wouldn't have quit if they didn't decline her raise, overall completely under appreciating her hard work. She worked there for 20 years, and not once did she get a promotion. Because of them she's stuck at home until she finds a new job. She always watches the News while she's cooking though, so during dinner she tells us the weirdest stories that happened that she heard on TV.

The 2nd to last school year started today. Junior year of high school, no worries. This also meant that I was going to finally see Yumi for the first time in a while. Ever since our last video call at least, which was over months ago. I can finally make sure she's okay. The door closed with a thud  that rang out louder than I thought as I left the condo, making my way towards the garage.

So many thoughts stirred in my head like a witch brewing a potion. These thoughts were just as dangerous, if not more. What if she avoids me? What if she doesn't like me anymore? What if- what if she's not safe? It'll be all my fault.

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By the time I pulled into the parking lot, it was almost completely full. I had to park in the back, which made it more difficult for me, but it's alright. The building was packed with students, new and old, scattered all over the hallways. It was loud, since everyone was talking. I went to my locker, minding my own business, putting away my books. A group of kids made their way towards me, which caught me off guard.

"Seungmo!" A guy yelled from across the hallway. I didn't really like it when people that aren't Yumi called me that, but in the end I've always let it slide. No point in telling them that.

"Seungmin in the building!" The other guy shouted from behind him. I turned to see who it was. Oh. Them.

A group of six guys around my age made their way in my direction. Jeongin ran towards me, stopping in front of me before practically screaming in my ear.

"Seungmin! Where did you go!? You fell off the face of the earth for so long!" He interrogated, worry shaking his voice a little.

The rest of them caught up to me. Jongho looked kind of concerned, eager to hear my answer. I didn't mean to sound bland or like I was ignoring them, but they didn't need to know everything about me.

"I didn't go anywhere. It's fine." I answered. The truth is, I didn't want to tell them about Yumi. Speaking of Yumi, where is she? Usually she'd come up to me at my locker. She must've forgotten or something. I'll see her in the first period, it'll be alright.

Everyone frowned. "C'mon Seungmin. This isn't like you." Changbin insisted. I turned back to my locker, grabbing my math textbook. Shoving my backpack into my locker with everything else, I ignored his statement.

Yeonjun stepped in front of me now, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Man. What's going on?" he asked me, staring into my eyes. I looked away. "Nothing" I muttered, even though it wasn't believable.

"Is it Yumi?"

The sound of her name made me lift my head up to look at him. Everyone's face lit up in relief and surprise once they revealed the true reason I was acting like this. Hyunjin scoffed at my reaction, but I ignored him as well. Feeling exposed I looked back down, hoping to have not drawn attention to myself. Although I already knew it was too late. They knew. Something else caught my attention though, which caused my head to shoot back up.

"Seungmin... Did you not hear what happened to her?" Felix questioned my knowledge, curious and slightly floored at how I didn't know. I was so lost in the conversation. What happened...?

I shook my head no. I was so dazed that I began to see two, my vision becoming blurrier the longer I listened.

Felix took a deep breath before continuing to speak. "Something happened so her family moved a while ago. Did she not tell you?" No, she didn't. "I thought you guys were best friends." I thought we were too.

I guess I was wrong. We aren't as close as I thought.

I guess I was right. She did get bored of me. Something did happen.