Mark pov. (This whole story will be written in Mark pov unless I write another person's one.) 

It was a cold winter night and I was just lying in bed, regretting what I did. 

Why did I do that? 

What made me do that? 

Where the hell that courage come from? 

I stared at the ceiling as I ruffled my hair in annoyance. After two years. A whole solid two years. If we were still together, today will be our 4th anniversary, 25 April. I am still grieving over this like part of me is gone. Well, it's true that half of me is gone. She is still in my heart. Slowly killing me by tearing it piece by piece, day by day. I have not seen her for two years. I wonder how is she doing. 

What is she doing? 

Is she living well? 

Does she have a boyfriend already? 

Hundreds of questions went through my head and the last question made me stop. Does she have a boyfriend already? I hope not. I want her to myself. I'm selfish, and I know it. She is not mine, but I want her to be mine. I broke it off with her, I want her back. What is the problem with me? I'm crazy. I'm going crazy this two years. I bet she is living fine without me. It's still hurts, but I can't do anything. All I did was build up a wall and block everyone out. I rejected a total of 307 girls in between this two years. Yes I counted. I'm 25 and I'm still single. Majority of the Korea population will be dating at my age by now. I tossed to the side of my bead and