"are you crazy!"

"well well, if it isn't seolla," you said, smirking with your eyes half closed as you leaned against the classic piano.

"it's sol, not seolla," I corrected.

"does it make a difference? im sure this is your first time talking to me so," you shrugged lazily before continuing. "don't feel offended."

"I'm not offended, just..."

I was just hurt; hurt by the fact that I could have talked to you before; hurt by the fact that you somewhat looked as if you were pained.

"anyways sol, how am I crazy?" you finally met my gaze and immediately, I found myself at loss of words. your painting like features held nothing but boredom as you stared at me.

"you're dropping out of school?"

"yes, and that makes me sane, not the other way round."

without saying anything else, you walked past me, gently brushing your shoulder against mine. and right there, I had my first physical contact with the person I cared for the most - you.