I feel nothing at this time. The moment I see him rushing to my side to protect me and getting wounded, my heart nearly stops.

Now, we are waiting at the school clinic. The teacher just finished clothing the wound and injecting medicine into his wound.

Sehun's sleeping on the bed and I drag a chair and sit beside his bed. The rest of them are going to class and will come back after class is finished.

My head is buzzing from so many thoughts I can hardly keep up with them. Somewhere in the middle of my pondering, I feel someone hold my hand.

Sehun smiles at me, his eyelids half-open.

“Are you okay?” 

I receive a nod to which I let out a sigh of relief. “I'll call the teacher so she can check your condition-” 

“I'm okay, really. I want us to talk. There are so many things that I really want to tell you.”

He is trying to sit up so I help him. 

“Hanna...'' He gives me a sad look. ''I'm really sorry.” 

I don’t know what answer I need to give him.

“I'm truly sorry... I...”  He lowers his head, not daring to glance at me. “I thought by leaving you I could ease your pain. I thought if I left you, I could share the pain that you have. But I think I'm too foolish. I couldn’t bear to look at your crying figure every night. I'm scared because of what your dad said. I wasn't sure myself what I was feeling for you at that time. What if what your dad said was true? What if I really