The next morning, I called the room service for breakfast and made coffee for both of us while waiting for the food to come.   He was already awake, and cleaned himself, busy browsing through the channel in the television.     "Here, coffee." I called him and settled the mugs on the table. He sat across the table with a smile and I couldn't even look at him. Somehow, I felt my chest heaving, every time I gaze upon him.     "Thanks." He sipped the coffee, and I nodded. Well, this is awkward…   Finally, the door bell rang and I rushed to the entrance, and picked up the order.     "Pastries for you…. American Breakfast for me." I held out the plate and he took the plate from me. His hand touches mine and I felt my skin tingling. I turned away and diverted my attention to other things, as he took a croissant and nibbled it.   After the dream last night, I felt more uncomfortable with him. It doesn't feel right. I felt like, I needed to tell him what I feel about him.  I sat, looking at my plate, maybe a bit longer than I should, till he suddenly ask me.     "Are you okay? You looked pale." He tapped the plate and I looked at him, suddenly the blood rushed to my head.     "Yeah, sure, why not?" I stuttered and he nodded, before walking to the window and opened it. I chewed the toast, which now tasted like carpet and I tried to swallow it. For long, I stood next to window, thinking, before I heard the dining chair pulled out, and he too walked towards the window.     He took out a pack of cigarette and lighted one, before started to smoke while facing the building outside. He looked deep in thoughts, and I don't think any communication needed. He might have realised that I was being weird. I turned away, distance myself from him and tried to busy my thoughts.    I cleaned up the table, and put the empty plates outside of the door, before walking back to the bedroom. I made the bed and cleared the mess on the toilet counter, until I didn't know what else to do.   I sat on the bed and pondered. Lost in thought, I stared at the ceiling and lie there in silence, before I felt heavy pressure next to me. I turned and I was facing him, too looking at the ceiling and cross his arms behind his head.   The smell of his perfume overwhelmed me, and it took me a very huge resistant to not move in closer to him.     "What are you looking at?" He asked me and I turned back at the ceiling, heart beat racing.     "particles…. Something…" I continued and he laughed.     "What? You take physic now?" He asked and I smiled, can't stop from being giddy.   We both lie there in silence, before he continued.     "Hey, I'm sorry I couldn't bring you to that island." He confessed and I felt huge lump fell on the pit of my stomach.     "Suddenly, there's so much to do, and.. I didn't have that much time left here. I need to go back to Korea." I realised there was stinging on my eyes, and I tried to stop looking dissapointed.     "Really? Its okay." I replied shortly, and I heard the sobs in my voice.     "Well, you don't look like you are." He said and he turned to face me, laying on his right side.   I tried to avoid his gaze as I looked away and try to calm myself down.     "Did I? Your mind is playing tricks." I replied, and the tone gets worse.     "Hey, are you crying?" He asked and I sat up. Moving on the edge of the bed, opposite to him. I felt a tear fell on my cheek and I swiftly wiped it away.   "I mean... come on.. It's just an island. I'm sure it was boring and stuff...." His words trailed off.    "Belle?" He called out and I shook my head.    "It's not that... It's just..." I stopped and held my chest. No, I cant do this. I cant tell him.    I stood up and starting to walk out of the bedroom when he pullled my arms, stopping me from walking.     "Are you….. don't tell me you are falling on me." He said and I heard the amused tone in his voice. I suddenly felt revolted, as I always do, every time I faced my crush who will walk away after they knew I got feelings for them.   The difference is that, this is not just a puppy love, or a silly crush.     "I know I saved your life, but.. " He stopped and I looked at my feet.     "Why did you fell for me?" He asked it, as if my heart was something for sale.     "You are wrong." I shook my head, but not dare looking at him.     "Am I? Do you really in love with me? OR is this  a silly jokes my mind are playing with me?" He insisted and I looked into his eyes,  and rolled my eyes, in anger.   I turned away and left the place when he pulled me by my wrist and I spinned to face him, our nose inches away.     "What?" He asked. Shocked and I looked away.     "Why?" I glanced at my hand, which he held. He let me go and I rubbed my wrist, instinctively.     "Relaxed, it's just a joke." He said and looked concern.     "Funny, isnt it?" I asked sarcastically.     "Seriously, are you having your PMS or something? Because I sure can.." His word trailed off.   I didn't realise I was shaking too much, that my eyes are glistening with tears.     "You know what? Just. Don't." I spat and held up my hands, before running out of the room, and straight to the lift.   Great. Making joked out of my feeling. I can't think straight right now. Maybe.... I need to let go. Just like I always do.   As the lift door opened, I walked into the space, part of me are crumbling inside. I hate myself. I hate this pathetic feeling. Not worth having. He can even make jokes of my feeling. And I don't think I can take the humiliation like that.   I pushed some random floor button and stood against the wall, wiping my tears which were running freely on my cheeks   The lift's door closed, and halfway, an arm blocked it and he walked in, before pulling me into his arms. Dumbfounded, yet, I hugged him back.     "I couldn't pretend anymore." I sobbed and he hushed me.   " Please, don't push me away." I whispered, and he hushed me again.   "I'm sorry I didnt see that." He whispered in reply.   "You made it feels like a big joke, falling in love with you..." I cried on his shoulder.      "And you think I like it  that way." He whispered and I closed my eyes. Finally, it's happening.     "I'm just afraid that you want to love me because you felt indebted with me." He admitted and I shook my head.     "I fell for you, for who you are." I confessed and he held me tighter. The door closed and he breathed on my hair   "And I dont want you to be obliged or burdened to love me back, because.. I truly understand.."I continued and he held me apart staring into my eyes.    "Do you think that you are a burden? You are.... The realest thing that ever happened to me. And I love that." He replied and wiped my tears. I smiled, as he graze my cheek and tucked a strand of hair behind my ears.   Finally, I didn't have one sided love story anymore.   Finally, somebody answered my call.   Finally, somebody caught my hand before I fell off the cliff.   He held my arms and the elevator moved. He stared into my eyes, and I felt myself melting into his gaze. Slowly, he bent his head, and I too, hesitated for a while.   My first kiss, was beyond anything in this world, flavoured with coffee and cigarette's smell. He held my cheek and waist as he pulled me deeper and I grabbed his shoulder in response.   I felt as if he was smiling, but I didn't dare to open my eyes. I didn't think I should, but I took a peek, despite my drumming heart, and I see, he was closing his eyes, with the passionate look I thought only happened in movies.   It is not a friendly kiss. This is more than friends. And we both knew it.   Suddenly the lift ‘ding' and the door opened. Both of us shocked, and I stood a step back away from him, looking into the opposite direction.   Apparently, no one was entering, it is only the floor that I had pushed randomly just now. As the door closed, I looked at him, and he looked at me.   He laughed and I looked away, feeling the burning in my stomach and my cheek flustered. He took my hand and pushed our floor's button, and walking side by side back to the room.   It's weird that for the last 10 minutes, I thought we are going to fight and seperated. But then, maybe that's what people said about love.   I think if anyone did keep track on us going out of the room fighting, and now getting back together, hand in hand, might think that both of us had mental disorder.   Upon arriving infront of our room, he whispered to me, "Luckily the lift opened that time. I didn't know if I can hold you like that longer. We are going to give the security camera a show." He chuckled half heartedly and I looked at him before punching his jaw playfully.   He twisted the knob, and I could see his expression changed.     "Its locked." He said and I smacked my head. Both of us finally realised that unlike any movie, if you ran out to chase someone, the door will locked by itself.     "You didn't bring the key out?" I asked and he shook his head.     "I need to run after you.'' He said, guilty. I laughed and pushed him, this time, I felt breezy. I felt lighter inside. I can't even be angry at his carelessness.     "yeah, yeah, I'll take the key from the front desk." He mouthed and I smiled, nodding.     "You do that." And I shooed him.     "You don't want to follow me? I mean.. There's 29 floor below us, and the security guard might be bored.." He didn't finished talking as I pushed him, before he say something that can make my cheek explode   "ert." I muttered as he walked on to the lift area.   I stood against the door, waiting, and after 5 minutes passed, I walked around, feeling cold after realising I only wear my shorts and tee with room slippers.   I walked to the lift, figuring that I should wait for him there , and then, after a moment, the lift arrived with the usual ‘ding'   I stood in front of the lift, which was empty, beside a man with a denim jacket and a cap, standing in front of me. I recognise the stubble on the jaw and the sly smile.   "remember me??"   the words echoed, and I remembered,    "Nothing, sir."   The man took off his cap and I gasped, turning around but before I could run away, he pulled me into the lift, and closing it behind him.   I could hear him laugh as he pushed me to the wall, choking me. I tried to grab his hair, but he send a fist on my face, and I taste copp