“Okay, let’s just type it down. I’ll tell him in a letter instead. Maybe that’ll help?” Youngjae said aloud, the bluish glow of the computer lighting up his face.

“I’ll just get it off my chest.”

He wasn’t sure what he was going to write, but he just typed.

Hey, Dae.

It’s been a while.

A while since I called you Dae, that is.

I saw you yesterday.

You ignored me again.

How long are you going to keep doing that?

Is it because I confessed to you?

It was a yes or no question, Dae.

You didn’t have to make is so awkward.

You didn’t have to punch me either.

Now, I wish we could go back to being friends.

If I had known that proclaiming my love to you would end up like this, I wouldn’t have said anything at all.

Maybe not even friends, just acquaintances.

Not even that, will you just talk to me?

Anything

Anything at all.

Youngjae stared at the screen for a couple of seconds and silently pressed on the tiny red x on the right corner of the page.

The computer asked him, “Save document?”, asking him if he was really sure about it, if he was really going to just exit out.

He stared at the computer for a few more moments.

Giving into an impulsive decision, Youngjae, with a few clicks of his mouse, sent the message speeding to Daehyun.

Across town, Daehyun checked his email.

He saw a message from Youngjae.

Slowly reaching over to click on it, he tried to decide whether not he should click on it.

He opened the email and read the message.

After he read it, he started to type back a message of his own.

Jae, I'm not mad at you or anything.

I didn't mean to ignore you.

I'm mad at myself.

Why did I hit you?

Why did I run away?

It's because I was scared.

Why?

I love you too.

I love you more than you could imagine.

Daehyun's mouse hovered over the send symbol for a minute.

He closed his eyes and with a heartbreaking little smile, clicked cancel.