He walks me back to the bench and has me sit down. He takes his place next to me and hesitantly puts his arm around my shoulders. I take the action as an offer of comfort and wrap my arms around his waist again and press my cheek firmly against his shoulder letting the tears free fall. I’m embarrassed to be this weak, but I could honestly care less.
     “It’s going to be okay,” is his mantra.
     Is it though? My fiancé just ended what I thought was going to be my future.
     I must seem pathetic. I don’t think Chandler has treated me special since he put the ring on my finger and yet somehow I dedicate myself to him and refuse to let go.
     This stupid ring. I grab it with my right hand and begin twisting it violently trying to take it off but Seunghyun stops me by placing his hand on mine. “Don’t,” he says quietly, being careful not to startle me. “Don’t do something you might regret,”
     “Regret?” I ask incredulously. “I’ll regret it if I don’t get this thing off of me and throw it in the nearest garbage as soon as I can,”
     “If you act on this now, there is no turning back,” he says gently with the wisdom of a hundred year old man. I almost belive him.
     “I just…I just…” I can’t finish my sentence and the tears come back. He replaces his words again with gentle caresses of my hair. He runs his hand down from the top of my head to the bottom of my neck over and over again in soothing repetition. I turn my wet face into his shoulder and take in a deep breath. He doesn’t say anything more as I have stopped my insistent urge to remove my ring. 
     It’s nice to know that someone is willing to fight for this relationship.
     Too bad it’s no longer the people in it.
   .               .               .
     I don’t know how long I spent like that but eventually I took my arms back and sat up straight. Looking across the road, I sigh. “I’m sorry,” I say.
     “You really have nothing to be sorry about,”
     “I don’t know how you can manage to say that. I’ve been nothing but an inconvenience to you since you met me,”
     “You’re right. From the very first moment I met you, you were a total inconvenience,” I turn my head to look at him, shocked that he was agreeing with me though it was true. “And I still wanted to get to know you.” He finishes.
     “I…”
     “You know…I knew about your problem before the incident at your house,” he says.
     “W-what-“
     “You were so drunk the other night. Do you even remember what you were saying?” he asks me. He almost seems as if he is having a jolly good time remembering the scenario. I don’t say anything. “Let’s just say you were angry at him before this problem,”
“Oh God. I’m so embarrassed,” I say, putting my face into my hands and leaning forward.
     “What I am trying to say is that I walked into your life knowing you would be an inconvenience,” he says and I don’t know if it’s because English is his second language or what but he sounds horribly insulting and yet so innocently sweet at the same time. “Okay, I don’t think that came out exactly how I wanted it too,” he says quickly, looking down at his lap.
     “I think I understand,” I say, though I really don’t at all. Who in their right mind would do that? I look up at him. “You’re not looking for a rebound are you?” 
     His eyes widen as he stares at me. “R-rebound? W-what-“
     “You know, like…a girl breaks up and turns to another man immediately for comfort."
     “T-thats not what I…r-rebound? N-no,” 
     “Okay,” I accept his staggered answer and lean back into the bench letting out a big sigh. My eyes are throbbing from all of the previous crying. “You’re a good guy Seunghyun. I don’t know why you would walk into a horrible situation willingly but thank you. I don’t know where I would be right now if you didn’t decide to make such a stupid decision,” I say, deciding that whatever reason he had, I don’t even care anymore because the fact of the matter is that he saved me. 
     “You said a lot of things that night,” he says, going back to his previous story. “One of which struck me especially. ‘I’m a strong and independent woman’ you said,” he imitates me and pounds on his chest. “You said that a million times. You yelled at me even. But then you fell asleep. You mumbled so many things. I could have swore you said ‘Don’t let me do this alone’ and although you were probably talking about your fiancé I just felt as if you were speaking to me. That’s why I decided to leave you my number. You seemed so afraid of being alone that I…I don’t know. I felt like you pushed me in that car for a reason. Like I was meant to be here for you,” I stare at him with my mouth open. "I hope I’m not offending you. I just felt you should know. I’m not telling you to let me replace your financé-I’m just telling you that you don’t have to be alone and it’s obvious to me at least that…that I was meant to help you get through this. I get it, you’re independent, that’s great, but independent doesn’t mean you have to be alone." He turns his head to me now and looks me in the eyes. “Believe me, I have enough in my life I have to worry about. I graduate this semester-so the fact that I am here is just…I guess I’ll just say I’m going where my feet take me and following them unconsciously from now on,”
     “You have a way with words,” I say, because I don’t know what else someone could say to that.
     “Are you angry at me? I realize this all sounds awful now that it’s coming out of my mouth,” he asks me. Am I angry with him? I can’t be when he asks it like that. Such a tall, deep voiced man with the conscious of an overly sensitive child. Am I angry with him? Impossible.
     “It’s probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me actually,”
     “Well, that went better than expected…” he says, releasing the air he had been holding in his lungs. “I know I probably seem like a wierdo right now but-"
     “Ya. Ya!” a voice calls from behind us. I turn to see the same dirty blonde haired boy wearing a powder pink button down dress shirt, light blue cardigan, skin tight denim jeans, a sylish black fedora and a pair of red and white converses. 
     Seunghyun turns around as well and they exchange some words in Korean. The overly stylish guy asks if everything is alright, if he should leave or actually order a coffee, and who this stunning lady sitting next to him was. I can't help but blush and I'm not sure if it's at the compliment or the fact that I understand what he is actually saying since he is speaking in Korean.
     “This is my friend Lynnette,” Seunghyun says, gesturing towards me. “Lynnette, this is Daesung. He actually lives in our apartment building,” he then explains to Daesung that I am a new tenet in the house. I think. Daesung’s eyes then light up and he bows in front of me with one of the biggest smiles I have ever seen. His front teeth are so big and yet somehow they work for his face and only serve to make his smile look even more endearing.
     “Oh! So nice to meet you!” he says with enthusiasm and a very harsh accent “We will be very good friends!”
     “Thank you! It’s nice to meet you too!” I say, genuinely interested in the boy in front of me. His smile has lit something inside of me that has managed to chase away my feelings from earlier at least a little bit. I feel like hanging around him may actuall