It has only been a week, the girls were forced to visit the cemetery again.
Another smiling face for them to mourn over.
Nayeon was an incoherent sobbing mess. That girl, she loved Jeongyeon.
Jihyo was silent. This time, there was no one she needed to scold.
The seven of them were rather distant now. And it was probably because of something the police force has brought to their attention; although the knife wasn't the same one, the brand and type were the same, which would mean that it was either a coincident, or the culprit knew of what knife they used, or, the culprit was one of them.
The seven of them couldn't digest this information. And although they all claimed that they believed it was pure coincidence, they secretly started suspecting each other.
When Chaeyoung showed up at Mina's door with a rather sincere smile plastered on her face, Mina hesitated but still opened up to the younger girl. She cried her lungs out and soaked Chaeyoung's sleeve with her tears, but Chaeyoung was more that delighted to be able to provide the one she loved with care and support.
That night, Chaeyoung didn't leave Mina's room.
