"Why'd you even do this? Four ing years for what?"

“For love,” I told him honestly. “For myself. For my parents. Because I needed to prove I could do something that wasn’t a total disappointment.”

The drunk boy held a slightly glazed look for a second before shaking his head. “That’s some deep . If you did this for your love, where is she? Is she hot?”

“She’s beautiful,” I said with a hollow smile. The very thought of her made my heart ache. The greatest sacrifice I’d made by leaving my family in Seoul and coming to college in New York City had been leaving her behind and the very thought of how she would have changed made my heart heavy. I desperately wanted to call her, but what was the point?

So I did what any man would do –– I drowned my sorrows in alcohol.