Okay, so do you guys remember how my EX-boyfriend and I broke up yesterday? Well, he came to my classroom today afterschool and asked to talk to me. I'm going to recreate the scene as well as I can remember it.

Kevin is an impeccable dresser. Usually. Today, he looked haggard and his dark eyes were deeply shadowed. He normally doesn't have a single hair out of place, but today, his uniform was crooked and his tie undone. His neat, combed black hair was disheveled and it looked like he didn't get a wink of sleep yesterday.

Like me.

I bet I looked pretty much the same as he did. I cried my eyes out all night yesterday and fell asleep trembling with my legs pulled up to my chest.

When Kevin asked to talk about our fight, I just ignored him. It broke my heart to see his already dejected face frown even deeper, but I had to be strong so that he'd realize just how precious of a love he had lost. I acted like he didn't exist as I stuffed my notes into my bag and slung it over my shoulder. But he was still persistent.

I walked calmly to my locker with Kevin still trailing me. He wouldn't stop mumbling apologies. His lean, 5 ft 9 body was slumped (something he'd never do) against the wall as he tried to convince me to talk to him. I continued acting like he didn't exist.

Then, as I was turning to leave, Kevin held my arm, stopping me. Gently but firmly, he came closer.

"Please," he whispered in that Korean satturi that I loved about him. "Jai, please talk to me. I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was doing yesterday."

I could see tears in his eyes and I suddenly felt that rush of love again. I suppressed it. 'I'm stronger than this,' I told myself, 'Don't fall so quickly.'

As I was about to shake him off, a hand grabbed Kevin's shoulder. It was David, and he was absolutely fuming. Anna was barely holding him back.

"Get off of Jai! You hurt her enough!" he was shouting in Korean.

Thankfully, most of the kids had gone home already, so it was just us. Anna didn't know what David was screaming because she was the only non-Korean member there (she's American), but she gave Kevin a warning glare and tightened her hold on David's arms, restraining his flailing.

Of course, Kevin HAD to give a rebuttal.

"Make me. If you can at least, maknae." he spat back at my best friend, this time in English.

David IS the youngest in our grade because he skipped a year, but his tall built always made him seem oldest. Plus, he was so mature in both voice, appearance, and actions that no one considered him the youngest. Ever since we've met (4 years ago), he's HATED being called maknae because it was demeaning.

"Shut up! Shut the hell up! You don't deserve to even be here!" he screamed, his deep voice echoing through the empty hallway.

David sprung out of Anna's grip and launched at Kevin. He grabbed his collar and Kevin did the same. The boys were nearly equally matched, so I was worried that none of them would back down. Plus, their animosity had started before this incident, so I was afraid of their fight escalating.

I grabbed them both and pried them apart.

"Stop. You both know better than this." was all I said.

Kevin took one look at me and hung his head in shame. He dropped his hands and separated from David, who was still huffing in anger.

My ex-boyfriend looked at me again. The guilt was evident in his eyes. Kevin pressed his lips to the cheek that he had struck yesterday.

"I really am sorry." Kevin whispered thickly, and then he took his leave.

"Jai-noona! Don't let this douche off so easily!" David said, exasperated.

"Be quiet," Anna hissed at him, "She's hurting!"

That's when I realized that I was crying. Anna took me into her arms and she pat my hair softly.

"It's okay baby. It's okay." she murmurred.

We stayed like that for a few minutes: me sniffling, Anna comforting, and David looking like he didn't know what the hell to do. Then we left. David dropped us off and Anna insisted that she stay for the night. Which she's doing right now.

While Anna went to take a shower, I was digging through my bag and I found a letter. Kevin must've managed to slip it in beforehand.

It read:

'Jai,

I'm sorry. I don't know how many times I can say it so that you'd forgive me. So that I'd forgive myself.

I can't believe I hit you. I don't know what I was doing and it felt like a demon took over my body. The mere fact that I caused you so much pain, physical and emotional, makes me hate myself and what I've become.

I've been so...so...impossible the last few weeks and I feel horrible about it. I didn't treat you like the way you should've been treated: like a jewel, because you're that precious to me.

Don't misjudge me because of the way that I've been acting lately. I love you. Nothing can change that. You're beautiful in my eyes and I haven't been able to appreciate you as much as I've wanted to. I'm sorry.

Its okay if you don't forgive me. Its okay if you've stopped loving me. Because I still care for you and I'll continue to pursue you until you come back to me. I want to prove to you how precious you are to me and how I regret not being a caring boyfriend.

Give me one more chance, Jai. I promise that I'll go back to being that sweet boy that you tripped over that day in 4th grade and not the monster I've become. I love you.

-HIS NAME. WHICH I REFUSE TO REVEAL."

After reading this, I've become so conflicted. I just don't know what to do. Anna's coming out now, so I'll have to finish up.

Thanks for reading and I'm sorry if I bored anyone to death.