AUTHOR's POV       Kyungmi stirred in her sleep spreading her arms to stretch herself, the sun hitting and warming her eyelids as she slowly and lazily opened her eyes. It was hard to keep them open due to the puffiness and mostly because of the blinding sunrises. She glanced next to her, observing her bestfriend sleeping peacefully with his arms wrapped protectively around her waist and couldn't help but feel guilty, why couldn't she fall for him? It would have saved everyone from suffering, if she had fallen for Ilhoon he wouldn't have suffered, she wouldn't have suffered, Niel wouldn't have suffered and Ljoe wouldn't have suffered. The more she thought about it the more she felt useless, that was all her fault, she was the only one to blame. Feeling sorry towards the boy next to her, she pulled out her hand to caress his cheek whispering apologies.   "Stop blaming yourself." She was stopped by Ilhoon's still husky voice. Jumping a little in surprise, she quickly retrieved her hand but soon found it back on his cheek when he grabbed it and put it back where it was.  "I w-wasn't blaming myse--" "Yes you were. I can practically read your mind Kyungmi. So stop blaming yourself. Whatever happened, stop blaming yourself." He concluded with a stern voice, he didn't like it when she felt upset and he didn't like it when she blamed herself for something that most likely wasn't her fault.    "Do you want to tell me what happened that you cried yourself out so much yesterday?" He then asked, not because he was curious, but because he was worried, he wanted to help her feel better, but how could he when he didn't know what bothered her in the first place?  She looked at him, unsure to tell him or not, what if it hurt him to know that she liked someone else? She bit her bottom-lip, a part of her wanted to tell him because after all he was her bestfriend and he had the rights to know what happened before concern and worry could kill him, another part was against it because knowing the truth would have been ten times worser than being stabbed repeatedly and never deep enough to die.  Sensing her worries, Ilhoon sighed, when would she have stopped thinking about others and finally care just a little about herself?    "Kyungmiah, you can tell me anything okay? You don't have to worry about me, please just this time, think about yourself first arasseo?" He cupped her cheeks, boring his eyes into hers so that she could understand that he was totally serious and sincere.    "...I...I...fine I'll tell you..." She ruffled her hair and gently freed