Winter went out of the room to find their teacher who was actually drinking tea inside the secluded pavilion at the back garden.
"You're leaving?" her teacher asked her calmly as if she expected it to happen.
"Hn. I've got things to do and Jillyanna's fine now."
"Have a safe trip."
Winter didn't wait any second longer and ran down the mountain to find a vehicle to board. She knew she still needed to walk a little farther to find the bus stop.
She slung her bag on her back and jogged for a few minutes. She finally found the bus stop but there wasn't anyone who's waiting there except herself.
The night wind was cold, breezing past her face and blowing her hair away. She was feeling guilty again. Now that she's alone, the guilt intensified and she felt so horrible.
Memories flashed across her mind. A young girl and boy carving their names on a tree bark to seal their promise.
