Your heart is hard to carry after dark.

I guess it started with the death of Ko Eunji.

It happened a few weeks after graduation.

There already had been a big funeral but her friends, Herin and Hina held an exclusive memorial for her on the first day of summer.

They claimed Koeun for themselves after she and I had a big fight last year. So, I was surprised they decided to invite me.

During the memorial, they passed out flowers to those who attended. Whoever got a flower would be able to place one as an offering. When they got to me, I reached out for one but was rejected by Hina and she moved onto the next person. I should've expected this would happen. I decided it was best if I did not stay there. What was the point of it anyway?

It was not even a big deal yet, my eyes repleted with tears and fell down the side of my face. I could feel the heat running up my face then down to the nape of my neck. Emotional on a summer day? How great is that? I walked at a fast pace, wanting to get as far away from the memorial service.

I eventually slowed down because my legs started to ache and cramp as I had already walked a long distance. I turned to the side only to see a boy writing immensely in his notebook. Surprised by his presence, I rubbed off the tears with the sleeve of my jacket but they couldn't seem to stop. Woman problems y'know?

"Oh, shit. Sorry." I quickly wiped the tears off of my face. My flushed face was stained from the tears that were rapidly streaming down. It took a few minutes to finally regain myself.

"What's up?" I asked, trying to strike a conversation with him. In response, he slightly shook his head.

"Am I bothering you?"

I sat down a few feet away from the boy who seemed to be engrossed in writing something in his notebook. I finally recognized his face.

What's a person like him doing out here?

I stared at him intently, waiting for him to respond to my gaze.

"Is that like a diary or something?"

"It's actually a sketchbook." He replied looking up once. I caught a glimpse of his dark eyes, they were nothing special yet there was something so captivating about them.

"Oh." We were both silent for a moment until I let out a sigh. Might as well talk to him.

"I should've known they were setting me up," I said, shaking my head.

"Who?"

"HNH."

"HNH?" He questioned.

"Yeah, like Herin and Hina. They are having a little memorial down there." He nodded and continued drawing.

"Did you know Koeun?"

He put his pen down and shook his head. "To people like Ko Eunji, I'm essentially dark matter."

I stared at him for a few seconds. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off.

"Dark matter is something you can't see."

"What makes you think I don't know that?" I replied, assuming he thought I didn't understand. Does he think I'm stupid?

"Maybe you carry a lot of burdens; maybe that's why you think Koeun ignored you." I felt it was necessary to respond with such a saucy remark. My sudden mood change slightly took me back but I didn't dare to back down. I needed to prove it to him.

He quickly looked up from his sketchbook.

"I didn't say that."

"Well, I mean yeah. She wasn't perfect for you. Who would want a guy who thinks so low of himself?"

He scoffed. "Why are you arguing with me? Do you even know my name?" I could see that he was starting to get aggravated.

"I graduated too, RenJun. It's kind of hard not to know the valedictorian." Maybe I overreacted, but I've already gotten this far into this. He put down his pen.

"And that's all you know about me? And how many years have we been going to school together?" I was bothered. He was so calm that it irked me even more.

"See, that's what I don't understand about you people."

"You people?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, people who feel like everybody owes them something and don't even realize how much they push everybody away," I said standing up. I could see his face clearly now, he was squinting and his pale skin seemed to be blotted with a rosy pink color.

"Wow, well don't you have everything figured out?" I could feel myself grow angrier at him. My face was definitely red from not only the sun but from the anger and perhaps the tears from earlier.

"I do understand people!" At this point, I was practically yelling. I wanted him to know, I wanted everyone to know that I have a life and not someone who is known as the "slut that barely graduated".

"And based on your graduation speech, I know you clearly do not." He shook his head, slightly smiling to himself. He chuckled. What an ass.

"So, don't act like you're some wise person thinking that he is schooling the school's slut, 'cause I'm not having it today." With that, I left the area with my hands in pockets. For some reason, I only felt more weight on my shoulders rather than less. Did I go too far? Maybe I did.

Yet, RenJun's eyes never left me until I disappeared into the distance. He scribbled something on the side of the sketchbook. SHE IS A SLUT.