Her cold, delicate hands moved towards the black metal grip of her suitcase. Her brows furrowed as she closed her eyes in a silent prayer. The girl bit at her lips as she did this—lost in complete thought. She took a moment to relieve herself by letting out a sigh. She slowly opened her eyes to reveal that one place she truly called home, Bansin Academy.
Her eyes fluttered from the tears forming in her eyes. She had to close them again to wipe them away. “You’re such a cry baby, Jieun,” she muttered.
The brunette tugged at her bag, her steps slow and soft as she passed through the school’s grand gate. “It’s March. Isn’t it?” She asked herself. A small smile curved against her lips as the thought occurred to her. It had been little over a year since she first came to the academy.
Everything still looked the same. That one tall tree towards the dormitory still stood tall, the air had the warmth that welcomed her on her first day, the grass was greener than ever. But, the only thing that changed was the people who stayed and those who left. She couldn’t wait to see who was still around. But she knew that once she figures out who left, she’d be in tears again.
Her footsteps became softer and softer with each step. Within just a few seconds, she stopped walking and stood in place. What she didn’t realize was that there were already tears falling down the side of her cheeks.
She couldn’t help but remember so many events. That one day where she found out her mother had passed away and Chaerin was there to cheer her up, meeting Luna in the hallway… spending time with Chunji and Ljoe, getting to meet Jiyeon, Luna, and instantly becoming best friends... All of those moments rushed through her head, one after another.
Jieun shook her head as she started back on her feet again. She trudged over to the entrance of the dormitory, feeling the sharpest pain in her stomach ever. She recalled more moments—like that one spring afternoon where she and Bang Oppa had a water gun fight. Heck, she missed all of it. Everything about Bansin was home to her.
The girl took a seat inside of the building to clear her mind. She needed to calm down, but… She couldn’t. She was angry at herself for leaving so often. But at the same time, she knew she had to… Because it hurt her so much to recall all of the memories spent and shared.
Hands folded and legs crossed, she held her hands in a prayer. “I’m sorry for everything,” She said softly, breathing hitching at its highest. “I’m sorry for leaving. I’m just… I’m sorry. But I’m back now. It’s—it’s not too late to make up for leaving, is it…?”
