“What do you mean it’s all over the internet?” I all but shout into my phone. When Seunghyun’s name appeared and the fun kakao talk melody woke me up in the middle of the night I couldn’t help but smile and squeal knowing he must have landed safely and I would now be able to hear his lovely voice. However, my smile was quickly wiped from my face when I answered and he abruptly cut off my cheerful yet sleepy ‘hello’ with the angry sounding statement.
     “Just…open your computer and search it for yourself,” he says sounding like anything might set him off at any second.
     So I do. I quickly roll out of bed, and pick my laptop up from off the ground and open it. I put the phone between my shoulder and ear. I hear him breathing impatiently on the phone. I’ve never heard him sound this angry before and I wish I could just be with him to straighten out this issue. I don’t even know what is going on yet. 
     I open up Google and my fingers freeze. “Seunghyun-what do I search?” I ask, frightened. I know that’s the wrong thing to ask but if I didn’t I would have just stayed there procrastinating even longer.
     “Oh, I don’t know!” he shouts. “Maybe try ‘TOP’s New Girlfriend’?” 
     I gasp. “What?!”
     “Exactly!” he shrieks and it causes me to jump but at least it kickstarts my speedy fingers. I type the phrase and I am instantly greeted with article upon article. I click the image tab and see nothing but photo’s of us together in Times Square. Photos of him holding me, photos of me in his jacket, photos of our kiss. Photos of us walking into the hotel room together. None of those, however, bother me as much as one that resonates with me mixed in to the bunch over and over again. It’s a photo of us holding hands walking away from the photographer in a mall.
     And I instantly know who took it.
     “Dean!” I cry. My body begins to shake all over.
     “No, my name is Seunghyun,” he says, aggravated.
     “Stop it! Please stop it!” I cry out and I can feel the tears begin to develop in my eyes. “Stop talking to me like that!” I turn to look at my bed side clock and it glows at 2:30 in the morning. I sigh exasperatedly. I can’t believe this is happening to me.
     “I’m sorry,” he whispers into the phone. “I didn’t realize-“
     “Dean!” I cry out again in disbelief, cutting off his apology.
     “What about him?” Seunghyun asks desperately with an edge of disgust. 
     “He took one of these photos, Seunghyun! Of us! In the mall! I pulled us away and he took a photo!”
     “What does he have against you that would make him do that?” he asks.
     “I…I don’t know,” I whisper, because I honestly have no clue. I never had a clue to begin with. My lack of clues is what drove me nuts for so long and still has me questioning myself. He left me! I didn’t leave him! 
     I hear several people discussing something urgently in Korean in the same room wherever Seunghyun is standing. “I’m so tired, Amelia” he says.
     Of what? Of me? Of us? The tears roll down my cheeks and one drops on my laptop. I franticly wipe it away before it rolls into the keyboard. “I got off the plane and was greeted by all of my higher ups. They’re all furious with me,” he says. His voice sounds so tortured. At least he doesn’t sound angry anymore. I shouldn’t feel relief, but I do anyway.
     “It’s going to be okay, baby” I give him a typical pet name and I don’t even realize it before it comes out of my mouth. I have never felt such a need to comfort someone before. “Everything’s going to be fine,”
     “I wish I could believe that. I really wish I could,” he says. Suddenly there's a distorted sound and the phone is yanked from him. A man clears his voice and pauses for a moment before he speaks. “Listen here young lady,” the man says quietly with a hard accent. Young lady? “Are you trying to destroy his career? Do you know what you have done?”
     He waits for my response as if I am supposed to have an answer. “I didn’t-I don’t-I…I-“
     “No. No ‘I’,” he says. “No more ‘I’. No more. We will be lucky if you did not destroy his career completely! Is that what you want for him?” he shouts. I have to hold my phone away from my ear in order to prevent hearing loss. “If you so much as try to look at him you will hear from me! Do you understand?!” I’m shaking. 
     “Amelia don’t listen to him!” Seunghyun shouts from somewhere in the room. “Everything will be fine!” He uses my own words now to ease my pain, but it doesn’t help at all. His words are cut off when I hear a door slam. They took him out of the room.
     “Okay, I understand,” I say reluctantly but I know there’s nothing else I could say without just hanging up without a reply.
     “Good,” and the man hangs up on me before I can.
     I’m left in the dark with the only light being the one that illuminates our incriminating photos on my computer.
.          .          .
     “Tell your boyfriend that if he can get me another pair of those shoes I would be eternally grateful,” my brother says to me shoving my book bag into my chest playfully.
     “And give these to him for me,” my mother says, ping my book bag and handing me an envelope full of photos from Christmas. 
     “Okay,” is all I can say considering I haven’t heard from him since our last early morning phone call. 
     My mom gets a bit teary eyed as she walks me to security in the airport getting ready to send me off for my second semester in Korea. “I’m really proud of you,” she says, embracing me in a hug. “For everything. You are doing so much with your life. I believe in you,” she finishes. 
     She’s never come right out and said anything like that before. I take a deep breath, dropping my book bag and hugging her back. “Thank you,” I say. She has no idea about my situation and I will leave it that way.
     My brother now gives me a tight hug. “I’m serious. I really like those shoes,” he says and I shove him away with a smirk. 
     “Sure, will do,” I say and pick up my book bag and swing it onto my back. “Bye guys! See you in four months!” 
     They watch me as I make my way through the painfully long security check line. Finally I get through and make it to the other side, alone and back on my own again.
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     “Amelia,” my room mate says as I walk into our room with my luggage. I’m tired and miserable after a fourteen hour long flight that left me to sit and drown in my own thoughts and I am in absolutely no mood to talk to anyone. I roll my luggage in and drop my bags in front of my desk and then fall into my bed, pulling the blankets over myself. “Amelia!” she shouts. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” she mumbles and rips the blanket off of me and drops it to the floor.
     “What do you want?!” I shout, sitting up and trying to grab the blanket but she steps in front of me.
     “You think I don’t know?!