* 。 •  ˚ ˛ Yumi POV。 • ˚ * 。 • 

The lights were dimmed down low since it was hard for me to close my eyes. Whenever I sit, it hurts for a while because of the bruises, but after ten minutes it didn't hurt anymore; I just didn't want to open them again since it would hurt. I kept my eyes closed, sitting up in my bed so they knew I was awake, just in pain.

Every two hours someone would come in to check with me. I had a surgery done on my leg since it had broken really badly. If I didn't land on the grass, as well as the pile of leaves outside of the building. Kids would often go outside, pile up all the fallen autumn leaves, and jump into it. Sometimes the piles would get so big that they would go to the first or second story balconies and jump from there. Ten stories isn't bad. Definitely got bragging rights from it. I was awfully dreading the time when all the reporters would pile in and fire questions at me left and right.

"Why were you there?"

"Are you suicidal?"

"Did somebody push you?"

These are only 3 of the 20 million questions I came up with in my head. All I wanted, all I needed, was Seungmin. I've been out of my coma for three days now. My phone was shattered when I fell, so I couldn't check my messages or anything. He must've been worried. I hung up really quickly, never to return again. As long as he knows I'm alive. In all honesty, I don't think he knew. When I asked the doctor about him, they shrugged and said they didn't know who I was referring to.

For a whole month, I was the only thing on the News. Not once did they say my name though. Even on google, the 3rd most searched question was 'What's the name of the girl who fell off the 100ft building?' The news about me went silent for a whole five months, then when I woke up, that's all that everyone's been talking about. Random gift baskets were sent to me by local churches and teen health awareness groups. I had 38 baskets and 54 cards, yet not a single clue who any of these people were or how they got my address and room number.

Every day, my dad would come to 'visit' me. While he was here, he just took whatever he wanted from the baskets, calling me a spoiled little princess who was dumb to jump. I recall very clearly his exact words after I woke up weren't 'I'm so happy' or 'How are you feeling?' but rather 'You should've died' and 'You're lucky we have insurance'.

Part of me wishes I had died when I fell.

The other half of me was waiting for Seungmin.

I couldn't die without knowing Seungmin was alright. For all I know, he could be thinking I'm dead. Just the mere thought of him even shedding a single tear for me not only broke my heart, but hurt me physically too. It made me want to cry, and in my condition, (with bruises on my eyes especially), crying was quite painful.

When would I go back to school? This made me eager now. Falling changed my perspective so much more than I thought it would've. All I wanted to do now, besides see Seungmin, was go to school, get good grades and make friends. I wanted to have a life I could look forward to. Almost as if falling hadn't killed me, but my pain. For so long I suffered in silence. Now I was suffering out loud, this time actually being heard. Just not by the people that needed to hear it the most.

* 。 • 。 ˚ ˛ Seungmin POV。 • ˚ * 。 •

Jonho ran to me full speed.

"Did he you hear what happened?" He said, panting when he reached me.

"Wha-"

"She woke up!" He exclaimed in shock. Does he mean the girl who fell? Why did he care so much about her? What happened was very unfortunate, but at the same time, she probably had cameras in her face the second she woke up. I'm sure that she's sick of the attention by now. I didn't want to hurt his feelings by seeming uninterested, so I responded anyway.

"Really? When?"

"Four or five days ago. They said by the end of this month, if she chooses to, they'll reveal her name!" These words caught me by surprise for some reason. I don't think it's up to the News channel or YouTube or whatever he found this out on to decide whether or not she gets her name and face revealed.

"I don't think she's going to..."

"You never know that!" The bell rang after Jongho finished his sentence. Time for lunch.

Together, we walked to the lunch room. Jeongin and Yeonjun tagged along somewhat further down the crowded, teenage-flooded hallways. Nonstop Jongho talked about this girl as if it was Beyonce's new album. I don't even listen to Beyonce- hold on let me make more sense of that sentence. All day Jongho talked about this poor girl as if she was Blackpink's next, long overdue come back.

Surprisingly, everyone else seemed so intrigued by the conversation. How did he get so much info on her anyways? Has he been stalking her or something? Let's be realistic, all this boy can do is break an apple in half without trying. He's strong for sure, even though he's been one of the Glee club kids his entire life.

Life without Yumi didn't move on as I thought it would. It was more as if life was paused, and all the moments in between were just filling in the empty, meaningless void. If only I could find her new address... if only I could-

"Seungmin. Bro, are you good?" Yeonjun asked me. Everyone shifted their gaze towards me.

"I'm fine," They all knew I was lying. They all knew that I had Yumi on my mind. But how could I not when she's the reason that I'm still alive?

Life without her was dead and meaningless. But the day she'll come back, is the day I'll finally be able to let go of not only my past, but the heavy weights on my shoulders. I'll visit the graves of the people who left this world because of me, and for the first time, I'll make a promise I can't keep.