SOOYOUNG POV:

I watch his face as he takes in the full meaning of my words, as it crumples in disappointment and sorrow. But one emotion overlaps his dissapointment: horror. 

I felt so cruel at that moment, dropping the bomb like that. But my own face remained expression-less as he stares back at me, searching for words. "I'm sorry. I should have told you earlier." I intone, folding my arms calmly. "I never meant for it to be this way. I'm sorry." 

His eyes penetrate me, silently questioning me. I drop my gaze and stand up, half melted snow dripping off my jacket. "I'll see you." And then I leave, not looking back once. 

Tears crawl down my face, warming my frozen skin. I had waited for him in the cold for so long that I had forgotten what warmth felt like. I let the tears travel down my nose, then finally brush it off. I cry soundlessly, not daring to show Minho how much sorrow I felt at that moment. I quicken my pace, but the walk seemed to be taking forever. I could still feel his accusing eyes on me. 

I clench my fist as a wave of nausea threatens to sweep me over. I trip, stumbling into the snow. Don't look back, don't look back. I pick myself off the ground and continue walking. Goodbye, Choi Minho. It was nice knowing you. 

MINHO POV:

She lands in the snow, and I have to force myself to hold back. After everything she's told me, I still want to rush forward and help her up, brush her off and hold her to my body. Damn you, Minho. I take a deep breath, then stand up and walk in the opposite direction.

Oh well, I think angrily, we were never meant be. We belong to different worlds anyway; she's dirt poor and you're the heir to a successful business. You can do better. 

But my words meant nothing. I know that I loved her, so much that it hurt. I loved her from the moment I saw her. Her gentleness, the way she taught, her perfection. 

During the remainder of the school day, I didnt acknowledge anyone. I'm sure many people spoke to me, but I don't remember who and I never listened. Once, my friend touched my shoulder and asked what was wrong. I almost broke his arm as I shoved him off, and he crashed onto the ground with a yell. After that, everyone left me alone. 

I walk home in the snow to vent off my anger. But my struggles against the wind only reminded me of Sooyoung and her sister that morning, stumbling along in the snow. 

I wondered if she'd ever loved me or had feelings for me, ever thought of me as I thought of her. I clench my teeth and shake away lingering thoughts of her. It was useless anyway, there was no way we could be together. Even if she did have feelings for me. 

It was cold, so cold. I shiver and pull my jacket closer, but the coldness seems to seep into my bones. Had it been this cold a few moments before? My head was spinning and I see the ground, so blindingly white, rising up to meet my face. My face slams into the ground and the pain shoots around my entire head. 

I'll just lie here and wait for someone, I think drowsily. It's not that cold anymore. I pull my knees to my chest, hunch up and roll over. The last thing I see before I black out is a pair of boots shuffling towards me in the snow. Sooyoung? Then darkness closes in.