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Kimmon's POV

I banged the door shut and ran in the direction of my unit.  I opened the door and did not bother to close it after me.  Instead, I ran straight to the bathroom, closed the door and locked it.  I leaned against the door and slowly slid down to the floor.

I kept telling myself, "Don't waste your tears over someone who doesn't love you, Kimmon.  Just because you love someone doesn't automatically mean that he loves you back."

I touched my cheek.  It was wet.  Shit, I told you not to cry, Kimmon, you fool.

In the next second, someone was banging on the bathroom door.  The pounding was so strong that the door was vibrating on my back that was resting on it.

"P'Kim!  Open this door!"  It was Copter.  He was trying to open the door because the door knob was rattling but of course the door would not open because I had locked it. "P'Kim, please, please, open this door, please, P'kim! P'Kim! P'Kim!"

I covered my ears as tightly as I could.  I did not want to hear him pleading because I would be tempted to give in and open the door to him.

I stayed in my position until the pounding on the door stopped and everything fell quiet.  I rested my head on my knee and wrapped my arms around my leg.  I did not move for a good thirty minutes.  Then when I felt that my circulation might stop, I stood up and opened the door.  I almost stumbled on Copter who had been sitting right outside the bathroom door.

Before he could stand up I ran outside my unit.  I heard him running after me.  I ran down the stairs as fast as I could.  He followed me.  Where can I run to hide from him.  I don't want him to see my tears.

Without a second thought I ran out the main gate.  He ran towards the main gate as well.  The guard just look curiously at us but did not try to stop us.  After all we were not coming in, we were going out.

I ran wherever there was an open space.  I did not care in what direction I was heading.  He was still following closely behind, but I could run faster than him.

Finally he stopped with his upper body bent downward, his hands resting on his knees, trying to catch his breath.  "P'Kim, please stop running!"

"Then stop following me!"  I yelled.

"Why are you running?"  he asked in between gasps for air.

"Why are you following me?" I countered.

"Because I want to explain about what you saw!" he said, still breathless.

"I don't want to hear it!"  I exclaimed, and started running again.

I took a quick glance at him and saw him drop to the ground, hiding his face on top of his knees.  I paused. What should I do next?  My heart wanted to relent and go to him and sit beside him and hug him, but my head warned me that he could just be acting.  After all, I saw for myself what a good actor he was.

In the end I listened to my heart.  I walked over to him and crouched down beside him on the ground.  He started to sob.

"Sshhh, ssshhh, " I said placing my arms around him.

"P'Tee was telling me about his parents, " he said. "They left for the US today.  They made him choose between going with them or staying here without them.  He chose to stay but he was crying about his decision and I hugged him to comfort him and that was when you walked in on us," he explained.

Looking back, I do remember seeing P'Tee's eyes looking red but it did not sink into my brain as much as the fact that he and Copter were hugging.

I instantly felt remorse for judging him and jumping to conclusions and I was about to hug him even tighter when "Errrrrmmmmm!"  Bas appeared out of nowhere looking at us quizzically.