His eyes burned with fire.  I was surprised they weren’t red.

“How could you do that to me?” he asked, his voice a dangerous whisper.  He wouldn’t look at me.  This wasn’t my Kyung.  He was always so happy and smiling, almost as much as Yu Kwon.  I liked Kyung’s smile better, but I was biased.

“I…Kyung, please, let me explain…” I stammered.  What could I possibly say?  He was so mad at me.  He had every right to be, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“That's what I’m waiting for.”

My breathing became faster.  I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and my throat was so dry, I couldn’t swallow.  “You’re my boyfriend.  I-I love you. You know that.”

He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.  “It used to feel so good to hear you say that, but now…”  He shrugged and let his arms swing to his sides.  “Now, I can’t believe you mean it.  Did you ever?”

I exhaled all of the air out of my lungs and rushed forward.  I wanted to touch him.  I needed to put my hands on him, but he stepped back.  Holding his arms out, he stood firm just out of my reach.  My hands began to shake.  I let my arms fall.

“Of c-course I meant it!  I still mean it!  Kyung, please, it’s not what you think!” I cried out.

The smile that slowly spread on his face was pained and almost eerie.  “It must be exactly what I think or else you wouldn’t be so upset.”

“Kyung…” I breathed.  The tears stinging my eyes were making him blur in front of me.

He shook his head.  “This is our third year together.  I always liked you, even back in high school, when I barely knew you.  Then I got to know you, you stuck with me through good and bad.  I love you with everything I have.”  He sighed and blinked slowly at me.  “How could you do that to me?”

I clutched at my head.  “I don't know what's going on.  I’m sorry, Kyung, but whatever it is, it’s not real.  What I have with you is real.”

“Is it?” he questioned.  His eyes narrowed.  “Then how could you do that to me?” he hissed.  I cringed at the hate in his voice.

I shook my head.  I didn’t know.

“Pick.  You can’t have everything and I won’t share you.”

Him.  No question.  I opened my mouth.

“Too slow,” he stated simply with a shrug.  “You hesitated.  It’s over.”