I rested my chin with my palms as my eyes looking outside the wide-open window. The fresh air from outside start blowing my straggling hair and bring me to my day-dreaming.  I started realizing that Kris-oppa already changed into someone he used to say that he wouldn’t be. He dropped a brick, bite head off to me, and hurt. That’s what he always does to me. But such a boomerang, I stubbornly always crawling back to him, forgiving all of his mistakes even begging for his apologizes and wondering what kind of cruel treatments that he did until it makes me wanted to throw him away from my brain.  Love is sick but love is an illness from me. Why should I diagnose in love with a guy like you? It’s such a bad luck but blessed to have you.   But now, he bored with me. I knew it, I knew he will. Nobody really loves me. I’m just a boring girl with a math brain who always locked my mouth and looked so medieval. So different with his new girl who always talks nonsense even nonstop with a make up brain and looks like a diamond outside, yet nauseating inside. Sorry for my bad impressions on her but that’s what she shows about her life. I don’t know whose better, me or her but the saddest thing is Kris thinks that I’m worse than her. How lucky she is. She better holds him tight, giving all of her love because he is the reason of the teardrops on my piano. He is the reason I played the sad song which make my feeling becomes uncontrolled. He is the one who make me kept wishing on the wishing-star to make him back to his old who gives all of his life to me.    Tears start dropping from my eyes onto my piano keys. I can’t stop it. What I always do every night this lately only wetted my piano with my pitiable tears which useless to do and ending sleep on it. I’m tired. I wanted to be free from these pains but fail.    “Oppa, you are the only one who’s got enough of me to break my heart, yet you are all that I need to fall into.” I sobbed and fall asleep on my piano together with my un-wiped tears.     *   I put some face powder to make sure that my eyes aren’t swelling because of last night. I quickly eat my breakfast and Leeteuk-oppa drove me to my school.    I think this is the first time I wanna skip school time. I’m afraid to see his face and fall again into the sludge hole of his painful heart. I can’t face him no more. Or else I’ll be melt and get any heart break from him.   I walked as fast as I could when I walk through the hall, place where he always rested his back on the wall with folded hands before his chest along with his friends who is no less popular.   When I passed it, I could hear his voice laughing along his one of friend’s joke and he starts comment about it. I don’t know but letting a lopsided grin on my mouth as I heard it. His cold voice but could melting enough to everyone who listens to.   But happiness never stands on my side.    I just realized it when Song Yoo Jin walks perfectly towards him.   Never wants me to see me smile, huh?    Complete.   A pair of arms hugged him from behind who seems like not so tight due his height.    Red. Loving him was red. Burning red. It just a complete hurt.    I turned my face to lessen the pain of my sense of vision. The view that I never expects from them but suddenly something happened which I never imagined as well,   I feel a soft wet lips lent on mine rush along like a peek but sure intuitively as a crowd around the hall give their attention on us and start shouting a tease on us. Giggles and whistles start audibility from the hall.    “Omo.. Mianhae.. Mianhae miss..” He bowed with red face ashamedly,   “Yah! Pabo!” I hit him with my bag which full with thick books,   “Seriously, I don’t mean to kiss you.. It just.. Accident. I just run away from my friends before they smack me because of my ignorance and accidentally… kiss you…” He explained with his face redder than before, “Wait… You are the miserable girl on the rooftop, right?” He pointed at me shockingly,   “Yah! How dare you mocked me after you kiss my innocent lips!” I smacked his s