More important than friends

It was noisy outside the dormitory. Most of the students living in this dormitory building were in their third year of high school. Back then, they had entered the school together. Now, they were leaving together.

Through the door, he could hear laughter and crying.

This was the day of separation, and the sorrow of separation filled the air.

The door of unit 511 was still closed. None of the six teenagers moved fast. They were all calm, completely different from their usual attitude when they had to pack up and go home on a Sunday.

They had lived in this dormitory for three years. During this time, they would often stuff all kinds of things here. Clothing, food, housing, and transportation had already filled the place.

Now that he suddenly wanted to leave, he didn't know how to pack all these things.

This dormitory had held the best three years of their lives!