I put my back to the door and slide to the ground. EunGyul must've been crazy to come here. He came to talk about Rachel at that. Who did he think he was? I sigh at the thought of Rachel. Yeah, sure I wanted to breakup but it wasn't because of her. I have way too much going on right now. I just can't deal with a relationship but it seems that breaking up only made things worse. Of course I still have feelings for her but I'm sure she doesn't feel the same regardless of what Eungyul says. Maybe he's confused. Maybe he didn't see the three of them together, Alex, Taemin and Rache, but I did. They looked so happy. It seemed liked forever since I experienced the emotion. I laugh to myself and think back to the first time we met, Rache and I.

{Flashback}

"Hurry will you?!" an older, korean woman shouts at the fumbling foreigner in front of her. She was obviously nervous. Her hands shook as she counted out the money to pay. She was having trouble. A line had formed behind her, all complaining about her lack of speed. "What did you come here for if you don't know anything?" the woman asks. The foreigner apologizes over and over again as people shout words like "pathetic" and "stupid". I wait patiently at the cash register. I feel bad for the girl. She only looked about sixteen, maybe seventeen and they were being pretty hard on her but, cheif told me that softheartedness will get me nowhere, so I just watch it all go down. The girl pushes a strand of curly hair out of her face and exhales in fustration. She looks at me apologetically. "I'm so sorry. I don't do well under pressure." she says softly. Her voice was beautiful. I mean, at a time like this she chose to be softspoken? I just nod. She sticks her wallet in her back pocket just as the older woman pushes past her. "Ajumma! She wasn't finished!" I snap at the lady. Why? Who knows? "Omo! Are you sticking up for her?" she asks in disgust. The foreigner shakes her head. "Don't bring an innocent person into this." she begs, which earns her a slap in the face. She holds her cheek with her hand but says nothing. "Didn't your mother teach you how to speak to your elders?" the woman sneers. This was obviously a prejudice thing. What did this woman have against foreigners? The girl just runs out of the store leaving her goods on the conveyer belt. There's nothing I can do but I want so desperately to go after her. {END}

{Rachel's P.O.V}

I throw my bag onto the kitchen table with a sigh. I was exhausted. I didn't have a reason to be. It's not like I had a job or anything. Anyway, as it often did, my mind began to wander to Joon. Was he well? Probably, now that he didn't have to deal with me anymore. I trudge upstairs and collapse onto the bed. Life was so cruel. There was a time when it wasn't so bad though...that is, when I still had Joon. I laugh at the thought. How silly. He didn't like me anymore so why should I be worrying about him? Nonetheless why do I still like him?

{Flashback}

I run out into the cold night, tears b in my eyes. I was foreign, yes, but so what? What do these people know? I sniffle, trying super hard to keep in the tears but after a while I give up. I was alone so what the heck? I let the little ers fall and when they start they don't stop. "Ya!Ya!" I hear someone shout in the distance. I turn to see the cashier jogging towards me. I quickly wipe my face. I knew he'd probably pass me but a stranger didn't need to see me cry. I turn in the opposite direction, still sniffling. Soon I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and to my suprise, there he was, holding out a gocery bag. I take it and look inside. It was the stuff I attempted to buy before I was verbally jumped and physically assaulted but..."I didn't buy this." I sniffle. The guy ruffles his hair, smiling sheepishly. "Actually, I paid for it." he says. I just look at him. Why was he being nice to me? I mean, I'm a foreigner after all. "Was your shift over? There were a lot of other customers..." "Actually...I'm pretty sure I just lost that job." He laughs. My eyes widen. Why would he do that?? When he sees the shock on my face he smiles. "Don't feel bad..." He begins. Then he leans closer. "I hated that job anyway." He whispers.  I hand the bag back. "I can't accept this." I say, with another sniffle. He purses his lips together and pushes my hand back. "I owe you." he says. I frown. "Owe me?" I ask. He nods. "I should've helped you back there. I'm sorry about that." he says. I rub my arm for warmth and shake my head. "You don't have to apologize. That's not your job. I understand." I assure him. He shakes his head. "Ani. It was the right thing to do." he concludes. I smile weakly and nod. When he notices that I'm shivering, he takes off his jacket and puts it around my shoulders. I shake my head and try to remove the jacket. "I couldn't--" I say, but the boy pulls the jacket back over my shoulders. Then he holds out his hand. "I'm Hong LeeJoon." {END}