My Silver Star's

Violet 2: The Window Blow

All the days

Beating in my heart

the blossom of your lonely heart

up high

The winter holidays have arrived. My mom was busy with her new restaurant. To be more precise, each of us was busy with each other. Am I lonely? No. gabe. I have activities that make me not bored. A few days ago I decided to volunteer at a hospital. Count as a charity and add to the experience.

Grandma and Grandpa have come home from my home. At first I wanted to go on a vacation to my grandmother's place but I changed my mind because the class president offered me volunteering. Actually nothing has changed, there may be some different situations but it remains the same.

I opened my phone and saw my chat room with someone. We decided to lose contact with each other for a long time. Not without reason, a lot of consideration and conflict before it finally happens. I don't feel guilty, I just feel sorry for myself being dishonest with my own feelings. I also have no regrets, there is nothing to be regretted from past decisions. There's no 'smart' in my life. It just makes me have false hopes.

Volunteer activities start at 09.00 A.M to 03.00 P.M but for some who want longer is also okay. Not many of my class' kids volunteer, including Sora. Sora went home to her grandmother's house. Senior Nam also helps his family manage a textile factory.

"Vivi! Turns out you came early too huh" said the class president.

"Yes, I was bored at home so I came early. Can I help you?"

"Oh yes. There were some patients who were discharged from the hospital today so I helped the nurse change the bed sheet. Wanna come?"

"OK on I'm coming."

The class president and I walked down a hallway to the room he showed me. At a crossroads I passed I seemed to see a familiar figure. I stopped and rewinded my steps to make sure. Apparently true! The figure that was mopping the floor was indeed very familiar to me.

"Vivi?" The voice of the class leader calling me made me realize.

"G ... Excuse me. I'll be there soon" I told him, who was at the door of the patient's room.

I left the figure mopping the floor without greeting him. The distance between us was also a bit far, whether he noticed me or not.

.....

"Thank you for helping me, the kids will be here soon. Our work is not too heavy. Fighting!"

"Together the class leader. You too ... Fighting!" I raised my hand to show the class leader a spirited attitude.

The class leader goes to take care of other activities. I just turned around, and unexpectedly I hit someone. I think it was strong enough that he fell too. Uh! turns out the guy I hit was ...

"JUNSU ...!!!"

"ah! Who is me- ... VIVI ...!!!" He said while trying to get up and surprised to see me

"You volunteer here too?" Much

"Hmm, you all fill your free time."

"Good then. I ... Will help my friends there."

"Well if you need anything you can tell me."

"Sure."

"Vivi ..."

"Yes?" I answered Junsu who called me

"Would you like to come home with me later?"

It's a simple question but it makes you think for so long.

"Why not?" I answered with a smile and kept walking.

We were neighbors but because of the different schools we rarely met in person. Plus the busyness of his father and our family has also not chatted like before.

.....

"Friends all thank you for the volunteer activities we carry out. Keep your health and ... Fighting!" The class leader was encouraging before we went home.

It was time to return home, I walked towards the gate and someone was already waiting for me with his bike. I waved to Junsu. Junsu also smiled and greeted back.

"Have you waited a long time?" Much

"Not too long either."

"Is that? Let's go!"

"Get it."

Junsu and I rode our bikes home. I held her waist shirt tightly. The wind was cold as we passed through the streets. Junsu did not change, he was still the same. A bike lover who looks simple. Unfortunately ... He was always alone and preferred part-time work.

"Vivi?"

"YAAAA" I answered slightly raising the volume

"How are you doing?"

"Are you stupid? We're neighbors, time doesn't know!"

"Not that. I mean ... With young Master Jo ..."

The question ... Lately there are always many people asking. Sometimes I'm sick of making me miss.

"Yes ... We're doing just fine. I guess ..."

"You're not sorry?"

"For what? Even if I miss him so much I can send a message miss to the clouds."

"It's a poet ..."

I didn't answer anything. It felt tight, wanting to cry and scream. But we're trying to be adults. A kind of whip for each of us to get better.

"Junsu do you know? Actually ..."