I was fourteen when I first fell in love or at the very least believed I was in love. She was beautiful and I could fixate on trying to describe her to you but then it would take me a long time and unfortunately, I, Choi Seunghyun, am not a patient man. So let me tell you, she is beautiful with black hair that reached midway to her back. There. That she had nice skin. There. That she had brown expressive eyes. There. And she had small pink lips. There. But most importantly, she was beautiful to Seunghyun. Not saying that she wasn't beautiful to anybody else and perhaps that was the problem. Eun hye was beautiful to most, so at the age of fourteen I almost killed someone who thought she was beautiful enough for him to try and touch her.

It was blinding rage on a cloudy day, ordinary in the beginning but with a horrible end. We were on a date, we really did think our relationship was on an adult level, we didn't even ask for a parents' permision. Heck! We were in love! Or in something very, very close to it. We walked on a dark alley, not really thinking of anything except how we enjoyed each other's company and we were blocked by some guys. Teens in my assessment, not much older than us. They were eyeing Eun hye and her short skirt or her long legs to be more exact. I could tell they were high on weed or some other and well, I knew how it felt. I shoved her behind my back and told her to run when she gets the chance but she shakes her head stubbornly. I liked it at the moment. Her stubborn loyalty but after that night I hated it, she should have just ran. Maybe the fight wouldn't have escalated if I didn't see the guy rip through her shirt, maybe if she had ran she could have asked for help. Maybe, maybe not... well I shouldn't dwell on maybes...

So it went like the movies, they asked for the girl, I tell them to go to hell and we fight. There were four of them and as good as I was it didn't take long before someone got a good hit on my jaw causing me to stumble over, a couple of kicks on the ribs and I was teetering close to unconsciousness and I struggle on my back nursing my hurt, that was when I heard her scream. A scream so blood curdling that I was sure my head stopped functioning and all the hurt was gone. I found myself standing up, adrenaline pumping through me and I saw her spread eagled with a guy between her legs, while the other two were holding her arms apart. Her top was ripped open, she was squirming, crying as the guy half on top of her worked on taking off her underwear. Something inside me snapped and a discarded baseball bat found its way on my hands and I bashed the guy's head in.

The scene didn't slow down like the movies, it was fast but I was fast along with it. I see the guy drop on top of her and hear another scream, the other guys stood up but there wasn't really enough time to do anything. So, I bash their heads too. It wasn't a fight, it was assault and I was really intent on killing all of them. Eun hye all but forgotten. I was on bloodlust and I smashed the last guys knee and watch him kneel in front of me, I looked him in the eye and he was afraid. I heard someone laughing and swung the bat as hard as I can towards the crying guys head and the impact threw him against the wall. The laughing didn't stop and I feel my hand gripping the bat ache. I pryed it open. I looked back, remembering Eun hye and she looked horrified at me. Then I realized who was laughing.

It was me.

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Needless to say, I was charged and prosecuted for juvenile assault. Sentenced a year in juvenile detention. Eun hye could no longer look at me. But it didn't matter because that night I fell immediately out of love. She looked at me like I was a monster and I most probably am, but I thought at the very least she would understand that I turned into a monster for her. I almost killed someone for her. So we broke up at the station as a policeman typed in his report.

My parents came and my father slapped me and even with several broken ribs the cut on my inner cheek hurt the most. Then my mother hugged me, telling me everything was going to be okay. On the day of the delivery of my sentence I watch the judge's words cut through my mother's heart and I swore when I get out. If I get out. I will never love again.