I reach out with my hand. She doesn't move but I see her catch her breath. She probably thinks I will hit her. That's what I want to do. Every inch of my body wants to hurt her. But I don't. I end up slowly touching her face with my fingertips instead. Her face feels hot and soft. We look deep in each other's eyes. "I hate you" I say, but the words come softly out of my mouth and I'm still touching my fingertips gently to her face. I knew what the words I said meant but they seemed to have a completely different meaning the way I said them. "I know" she says." Everyone does." "Why did you have to do this?" I ask. I think about what would've happened if we met another way. What if we saw each other walking on the streets for the first time, or in a bar, or at a party. What would've happened if I never knew the dark side of her, only the sweet, caring Hwa Yeon that was buried deep inside this girl. "Why did you have to do this?!" I repeat harsher this time and grab her chin but almost at the same instant she grabs my arm. "I'm just like this" she says." I can't help it, I'm sorry." I let go of her chin and her hand slowly falls down, sliding down my arm, sending chills through me. For a second I think she would hold my hand in the end but she stands up and I look up at her. No. I don't want her touching me. I'm disgusted by her.