I went with Mi Yeo in Lotte World. Even though her voice sounded sad yesterday, she always had a smile plastered on her face. I can see she’s enjoying the rides. She hooks her arms with me, making me more frustrated. It’s not that I don’t want to, but I really need to go to Jessica and break off our ‘relationship’. She chose rides where we need to line up, making me more impatient. I hear myself replying coldly to her, but her facial expression never changes. I bet my face looked unhappy that time; my conscience is battling with my heart and mind.

It’s nighttime already and we’re just sitting peacefully on a bench outside and I can see her watching the sky above. She’s tired; it can be traced on her usually bright face.

“Mi yeo-ssi, why are you so quiet now? You’re tired? Why did you even think of going here when there’s nothing to cele –“

“Happy Birthday, Jaejoong oppa,” she murmured, cutting me off. She remembers?

“But my birthday was a week a –“ I tried to speak.

“I know. But you were busy, remember? You didn’t even go to your favorite restaurant where I told you to meet me at 7.”

“I’m sorry, Mi Yeo-ssi. I was so busy that I didn’t check my phone anymore.”

“I’m sorry too, Kim Jaejoong.”

Uh-oh. Something is definitely wrong. She just addressed me in my whole name, adding an “I’m sorry”: a not-so-good-idea.

“What? Sorry for what?” I asked her

Silence filled the air. She looked at me and I can see tears in her eyes.

“You still love her, didn’t you?” she asked me.

Her? Who ‘her’? But I just love the one and only Lee Mi Yeo.Tears fell from her brown eyes and she just stared at me. I just looked at her. Then she smiled and looked down, as if avoiding my gaze.

I stuttered, “I – I . . .”

“You really don’t need to answer that, Jaejoong,” she cut me off, “I’m sorry, Jaejoong. I’m sorry if I messed up your love story with Jessica. I’m sorry if I’ve been a third party to your story. I’m sorry if I’m so oblivious and childish that I didn’t know about what you’re really feeling. I’m sorry if I just thought of myself, forgetting how you feel about our ‘relationship’. I’m sorry for holding on to you when obviously you’re holding on for someone else. I’m sorry for being happy for these past 3 years. I’m sorry if you feel trapped inside my feelings,” she said and sadness trailed in her voice. Jessica? H-how did – did she see us? Did someone told her? Maybe she’s really the girl in the resta –

“You’re free now,” continued. Free from what? Free from – oh. I’m doomed.