"I called you over and over again yesterday..." Sungyeol informed as he loooked upset.

"...I saw I'm sorry. I was tired and fell asleep lmost as soon as i got home...."

"..Oh i was worried something had happened..."

"I'm sorry." I said.

"It's okay.."

"Well, see you later."

I start to walk away, and fell like im escaping.

"My notebook...." Sungyeol spoke.

I froze in my steps.

"You didn't see it?"

"You can't find it?" I said nervously.

"Yeah.."

"Well, your desk is a mess," I implied.

i force a smile and pretend that it means nothing to me.

"...What happened?" Sungyeol wondered.

"...What?"

Sungyeol looks into my eyes.

"Your acting funny."

"..I'm not feeling well."

"A cold?"

"I don't know.."

Sungyeol places his hand on my forehead, and leaves silently.

My heart fills with sadness as I watch his back shrinking into the distance.

Just when we were opening up to each other...I have to get rid of those feelings, once and for all. I have to. You are the one who sent my mother to her death.

"I always thought it was the director, But it wasn't ...It was really the son..Doctor Lee Sungyeol..."

For a second i feel like i can hear my mother. She's saying,' Evelyn, relax.'

"Mom..."

I remember the last time she smiled.

For that, I can pretend to be in love. I will use