Time was passing slowly. Life had resumed its normal rhythm. The seconds, the minutes, the hours didn't go by at full speed. Ashil could finally stop running. He could finally stop walking and sit on a bench, enjoying nature. He could finally listen to his heart beating slowly. He could finally close his eyes without worrying about the thoughts that crossed his mind.

The classes took place without any problem and were monotonous again, confining him for at least three hours in a crowded amphitheater, the silence covering the whole room like a warm blanket, the teacher's voice, the sounds of the fingers on the keys of the laptop keyboards, pieces of paper and pens breaking this academic and studious atmosphere. And every day was alike. His alarm clock rang at seven o'clock. He got up a few minutes after the ringtone. The screaming alarm turned off, he came out of his bed and went to open the window of his small bedroom. Passing his head out the window, he let the fresh morning air meet him. At this hour, the life that animated Seoul was still sleeping. Only a few cars passed in the street. The street lamps still illuminating the road, the blue sky was still hidden behind the clouds of the night. As for the sun, sometimes it would say hello to them and sometimes it would stay hidden, letting the rain and wind welcome them. Every day was different, yet he had been immersed in a millimeter routine for two years. After enjoying the outside air, he took a quick hot shower, dressed in the clothes he had prepared the night before. Then he went to the kitchen and ate his breakfast while being on his cell phone. Once that first meal was over and the dishes were done, Ashil would clean up his studio -which was already in order- and doing laundry or taking care of his classes, revising, preparing lessons or continuing an assignment he should finish. When the clock struck eight, he left the studio and went to the university, which was about a ten-minute walk away. On his way, Ashil met Jaeyeon, who lived in another student residence. For the last two years that he knew him, Ashil still did not understand why Jaeyeon had decided to live such a student situation. Byeolhae and Jaeyeon were children of well-to-do families, perhaps they weren't part of the kingship of the country, but like all the children of those families, they had their future assured. Jaeyeon was a resourceful guy and explained to him that if he had decided to move into a studio it was for a practical reason. Moreover, whether he was rich or not, he didn't want to use the privileges his rank gave him. For him, money, power, popularity didn't make the person. The first time Ashil heard this answer, he had admired his words. Today, though still a fan of the boy, he thought his friend might have made a mistake. Or maybe Ashil thought he didn't deserve such an open-minded friend. Someone who knew how to live with his time. Someone who was looking for all possible answers before imposing his decision. In fact, Jaeyeon was a person who gave the benefit of the doubt to everything and everyone. He never let the first impression, the first words or actions of someone to make his opinion. And it was surely facing this behavior that Ashil didn't feel up to being his friend. As soon as they arrived at the university, they met Byeolhae and their day of classes really began.

The morning, depending on the day, was either free of classes or Ashil finished classes around lunch time. For the afternoon, the same pattern was emerging, either he was free at lunch or the colors of the evening greeted him when he left a building of the campus of the Human Sciences. But in addition to classes, Ashil also had to think about his part-time job. It had been almost two years since he was working in the same place. And for two years, not a single day, not a single weekend were granted. Ashil was only allowed a week's vacation when the owner took his. But still, his life wasn't peaceful. During these seven days he had to prepare his future by looking for firms, hospitals, any organization and company that welcome students as intern or he completed his file for his future Master. Ashil didn't have a minute anymore. However, he never complained of this life. It was as if this routine had become something important. If it didn't exist anymore, he wouldn't feel well. That, suddenly, anxiety would fill his heart.

Yet, lately, this routine had begun to change. Ashil didn't really know what to think about the tutoring sessions with Oahn. The hours he spent with him weren't a nightmare either. Most of the time, he let him do the assignment in silence. Only a few times he gave him his help. During those hours, they had never broken their sunbae/hoobae relationship. Everything was done with respect. Maybe a little too much. Ashil could understand that the people around him called him a bookworm, but he didn't think that Oahn was one. Maybe he was intimidating the first time you met him or your eyes were diving into his, but beside him, Ashil felt his aura full of life. An aura that smiled and that wanted to enjoy the day without worrying about tomorrow. So Ashil didn't understand that silence in which they shut themselves up. Why they were building barriers between them. Sometimes, Ashil had come across him outside the campus of the Human Sciences or the university, and he had never seen a serious, dismayed, preoccupied expression veil his face. He had always seen a big smile, revealing his straight teeth, eyes forming crescent moon; small wrinkles that appeared at the corners of the eyes and the mouth when you were happy or just the stars that shone in the eyes when life seemed beautiful. Why was his expression so different with him? Was Ashil so boring?

Yet, even if he had been reluctant to give him lessons, to give him his help, Ashil could even admit that he had neither the desire nor the wish to offer a helping hand to such a person, today he was taking back all the negative thoughts he had had on him. Today, even though they couldn't qualify their relationship, Ashil couldn't say he hated him or didn't like him. Deep down, Ashil thought he actually liked him.

And the fact that his feelings were changing little by little frightened him. Because the end of this adventure was not a handshake, but the sight of a back walking away from him.

The life of a young adult shouldn't be so complicated. A young adult shouldn't have so many concerns. Unfortunately, these concerns, in a way, made it possible to enter into adulthood. Whether broken or not. In the end, to be able to grow, we had to take various paths, but when we arrived at this crossroads, how to decide which of those paths was the right one to take?

If only Ashil could have the answer to his questions through a letter, as he left questions in these anonymous letters that he was hanging in the hall of the main building of the campus of the Human Sciences.

If only the sweet air that he enjoyed day after day could soothe his heavy heart and his tired soul.

If only, for a single second, he could go back in time and change the course of his life.