20 seconds.   3 minutes.   8 minutes.   I was just there. Starring at this cute stranger.   She's wearing a blue dress that fall just below her knees. Her hair tied in a very cute messy bun. Her skin looks so white like you may wonder if she's bathing in a tub of milk. Her eyes, so big, so innocent. She was widely smiling and you can't avoid to notice her cute dimple just at the side of her chin.   At one moment, I felt insecured because she's very close to perfection.     I don't really know much details about her.   From what I heard , she came from a very rich and influential family.   No wonder she looks very happy in this picture. This girl might have the world wrapped on her finger.   She has a younger sister and a secret older brother.   She goes to a prestigious school and is always the creme of the top.   And these are the informations I only know about her.     Just starring at her picture, the urges of wanting to know her is only getting stronger.   I do really find her adorable, I guess it wouldn't be any problem to make friends with her since obviously she's at the same age as me.   She looks easy-going. Bubly. And very pretty.   I have never found a girl very admiring except my late Mom.   This girl might be very special.       "Stephanie, I told you to throw that picture."   I looked above me and saw my Dad walking inside my room. Darn I should have been more careful.   "I was about to Dad." I lied. "You came too early."   I stood up and took a box below my bed. I put the picture I was holding inside the box where tons of pictures of her are scattered.   "I don't understand why you keep them." Daddy sighed.   "Because you also keep them. And everytime I walk in your office, her picture is the first thing that welcomes me." I smiled slightly. Not what he said, or what I just said, but I was starring at one of her pictures again.   "I sensed she's very important to you. If it is, then it is also to me. But why won't you tell me who she is." I finished. Pushing the box back.   "Because it's complicated. You know... you hate complicated right?"   I stood up and stare at him. "I'm already 14, Dad. I think I can already handle complicated things."   He sighed. And he only sigh when he can't find the right words to say.   "Come here, sweety."   I obeyed and went closer to him. He took my hands to his and intensely stare me in the eyes.   "This girl is dangerous." He said with a heavy breath. "Even I don't want to get close to her."   "Dad, she looks like a 14 year old girl to me. What made her that dangerous?" I was confused. Really.   "She's powerful. She can do anything. She's an enemy."     ----------       It shouldn't had to be like this.   I never expected this, neither any of us.   It has been 6 years since Mom died but Dad can't still get over with the fact the she's gone and will never come back.   I was used of it, honestly. Every night of her Death Anniversary, Dad would lock himself in his office and you can hear from my room that he's throwing stuffs in his wall. The last time he did this, we did renovate the whole office.   But tonight, was a lot different. A very bad one.   I was doing my homework in my room when he barged in without saying a word or even a quick glance instead he went directly to me, kneeled and took something below my bed.   I was terrified.   He suddenly ripped every picture of her until it fell on my floor in tiny wrecked pieces.   I was angry, and scared. I can see how he trembles in so much anger everytime his eyes would linger in every picture of her.   He was cursing, blurting insulting bad words. The scent of his alcohol is very visible in my room that it almost made me suffocate.   I was watching him in rage. Yelling at him to stop. Hitting his arm. Taking the box back in my arms.   But he was drunk. And you can't expect a proper state of mind to someone who's obviously sober and very drunk.   He pushed me, very hard, I felt the sudden rush of intense pain at my back and left arm when I hit the table near.   I was 18 and it was the first time my Dad physically hurt me. And unfortunately, he was drunk and doesn't give a damn on what he just did.   He continued doing his business. Not getting a single picture to escape. I was just there, crying in so much pain and anger.   I let him. Even it hurts so bad, I let him what would give him comfort. I don't get it why he would throw his anger to this pretty stranger. She's too young for someone who would make my Dad be like this. She can't possibly be a murderer or something like that. She can't be one, and end of discussion.   There's just really something about her that Dad won't tell me.     He suddenly stopped. Breathing heavily as he stared at the mess he did.   He run a hand through his gray hair and it almost him stumble off balance because of the alcohol.   Then his eyes fixed on me. At one moment, I thought he was gonna apologize and hug me.   But for the first time, he didn't.   For the first time, he didn't approach and just went directly at my door.     "I don't want any pictures of Kim Taeyeon from now on."     Then he left.     So that's it?   You just have to wait him get mad just to say what's her name?   It's very funny yet very annoying.   What's the point of knowing her name already when all the pictures you've been keeping since you were 12 are gone?   I was 14 when unintentionally, I found my first love. I was 18 when accidentallly, my heart got broken.     -------       I don't really know the feeling of falling in love.   But for someone who's at the same age as me, any girl would crave for commitment.   I don't really know. I'm 20 and still, I'm still in love with that ripped piture I luckily saved from the ripping of my father. It was the only picture which is the ripping part was a small part from below. Meaning, it's the only picture where her whole face wasn't damaged.   I don't actually consider myself easily falling in love.   Really. I don't. But just the very fact that I did fall in love to someone who I haven't seen in person and only had her stupid pictures to stare at every hour of the day, then I think I might consider myself too easy to fall in love.   I was happy and fine with it. Honestly, I am. I mean, I live in the States while she was all the way on the other side of the world which is Korea. I don't really expect that one day I would romantically bumped on her in some kind street near my school. It's completely impossible.   I was content with her picture. I can fall in love like this.   I'm totally fine falling in love with a stranger.   Until one day.         "YOU'RE LYING, DAD!" I shouted at him. My voice echoing around the house and it never