Tzuyu's POV
I paced up and down my room. It was a monday, not a time or place to be doing something reckless.
But I had to see her.
It had been three weeks since we fought.
Since she told me that she . . .
I just had to see her.
So, I made the worst desicion of my life.
Or . . . the best.
I had to sneak out.
I wasn't a hundred percent sure where she even lived, but I had to find her.
Before I climbed out my window, I grabbed Mina's old calaender.
I filpped back, despreatly trying to find something, anything.
Nothing.
I checked under all the dressers, in all the drawers.
And then, I found it.
A picture from 2009 of Jihyo and who I'd assume was Mina. They were standing in front of a house with an unmistakable bright red garage.
And then, I remebered.
From the day we met . . .
"We've still got the old red garage from the previous owners." Jihyo laughed.
"Why?" I asked.
She shrugged. "My parents are too lazy to paint over it."
I looked closer at the photo. Thank god she lived right on the edge of her street, cause I could just barely make out the street name.
I shoved the picture in my pocket and slid out my window.