Yoona’s POV             I met her during the most vulnerable state of mine, when I was looking for my true self amongst the crowd of life. I just lost my dream at that time; she came like a flash in my life and helped me through all those problems. She was with me when God finally gave me an answer for my prayer; I finally got in to the university that I wanted. She was with me when I tried to fit in the new environment; she helped me a lot with that too. She was my guardian angel that looked so beautiful just like a real angel to me. She fed me when I was hungry, she gave me present that I really wanted; she let me try new things that I really like and most of all she accepted me for who I really am.             To be very honest, I didn’t really love her at first. I respected her for her achievements and knowledge. But one day, she asked me out in the most romantic way that I could imagine. Amongst those candles, she wrote my name and that very moment she stole my first kiss. It wasn’t magical, it was just some innocent kisses but I liked it. For months, I grew fonder of her. I started to feel jealous when she was with another girl or boy, just like her when I did the same. I laughed at her silly jokes, I felt touched at her sweet gestures and I accepted her for anything that she is. We were bonded already; we would always find each other. At that exact moment, I finally could say I finally fall for her.             From those innocent kisses turned into inappropriate touching, she began to touch me in the place where it shouldn’t be touched. Then, it got worse with me finally given my ity to her. I lost the most important part of me; I regretted that decision afterward but when I could see her smiles all those regrets disappeared like ashes. She showered me with sweet words, hugged me and reassured me that she would stay with me forever. She would be responsible for her actions and never regretted to make love with me. It happened for countless times already, there was no day that we didn’t make love. I didn’t want it, but her touch became addicting and a day without her seemed like hell to me.             Unfortunately, my family knew about her. They told me how wrong my actions were. God forbid this kind of love that I shouldn’t even start knowing her. But, I rebelled against them. She was so important to me that I couldn’t live without her. I would sacrifice my sleep just to meet her, I would trade my collection of shoes just to be with her, and I even would leave my kpop bias if that means I could be with her. She became my pillar, the air that I breathed in. She always told me that she felt the same way that I did. She loved me just as much and that was why I let myself committed those sins that I couldn’t even imagine I would do. She made me become someone else that I didn’t know.             In other people’s eyes, she was my best friend. She was an older sister that I really like. They never knew that she’s my girlfriend and my lover. We, especially me, hid that fact. She told me that she would let everyone knew that I’m hers, but she never did that as I didn’t let her to do so. Everything turned ugly, when my close friends knew about it. They tried to avoid me that they felt disgusted toward me. During those family and friends problems, I tried to avoid her. However in the end, I always ended up being in her arms and cried my heart out. She would always lure me back and I would always come back to her. She had that effect on m