The name Sumi sickens me.

I hear it everyday, no matter where I go, and all I can do is hang my head down and walk along as if I don't know who Sumi is.

Whenever someone complains about Sumi, I scrunch up like a turtle going into it's shell. Whenever someone compliments Sumi, I feel as if I should give them a bow and thank them. Whenever someone doesn't even mention Sumi, I feel content and better about being able to walk around without being caught. 

As soon as I feel like revealing the real Sumi, I look up at my TV screen and see her, that fake, waving her hand with a huge smile and looping her arm around his arm. 

As much as I would like the relief of letting it all go and letting everyone know who the actual Sumi is, I would hurt him, I would hurt them, I would hurt myself. So I'll try the best I can to accept his request.