I yelled and collapsed on the floor; my ice cream tumbled away. Jean hurried to me, her hand on my shoulder. "What happened to you?"

"My legs." A grimace appeared on my face. "My legs were weak. Please, lift me."

She dropped her ice cream and then pulled me up, my arm on her shoulder. "The idiot girls weak you to this extent." She sauntered to a bench under a tree with my arm on her shoulder, and then she cautiously sat me down. "How are you feeling now?"

"Better now." A pain tingled in the bones of my right leg. "Oh, no." A cool breeze waved on my head down my leg, and the pain soothe. "Better now."

"Are you sure?"

I smiled.

"You know what?" Jean looked into my eyes. "Wait here while I go get you food and drug."

"Wait, wait, I don't like drugs." Before I say the last word, Jean was at five feet away. I often feel anxiety anytime she ran, for she might fall like an elephant. Now, and here, I don't want to imagine her falling when a pain danced in my bone once more. I endured the pain till it relieved me.

Yellow leaves dripped down when Harry walked near me. He removed a leaf off my hair. His crimson eyes glistened before me. In that minute, I forgot the pain as my heart danced in joy.

Harry dropped his jaw, a mathematics notebook in his hand. I thought he came to complain about the wrong answer he copied from me until he says, "I saw you collapsed on the floor. I'm sorry for not defending you."

"It's fine. I understand." My soft voice speaks. "I'm sorry for giving you the wrong answer. I wrote the correct answer from Jean."

He looked at his book in his hand, then look at me. His face glows. I can't resist it; I just feel like glaring at it forever. "I had known it was a wrong answer before I copied it."

I raised my eyebrows. "Why did you copy it when you know it was a wrong answer?"

He shrugged his shoulder, staring at his book in his hand. And here, I paused, expecting him to look into my eyes and say because he wants us to get the wrong answer together. Oh, how sweet would it sing to my waiting-ears, how satisfied would I feel in my heart the blossom ever tingling love?

His A4 group gave us a crazed look a few feet away. Harry looked at me as they're hurrying towards us. His face changed, and his voice, too. "How dare you?" He raised his voice when they stopped at his side. "How dare you call my name?" His eyes were filled, only I know he forced himself beyond what his heart can do. "Daughter of venom. Bitch. Who the hell did you call yourself? Never in your life mention my name again. We don't know each other." He threw his notebook at me, and his friends laughed, patting his shoulder. And they left a pain in my heart which gives my eyes a taste.

Jean shouted my name afar off, then hurried to me. "Did he slap you again?"

"I'm bleeding." My tears lost their backbones.

Jean widened her mouth. "They wound you? Show me the wound, where's the blood bleeding?" She searched my body and then found none.

"Here. In my heart."

She sighed. "Okay, okay, Annie, take this drug first. Please."

"Would it heal me? This pain is stronger than I. Please, Jean, would it stop this bleeding?"

"I'm sorry it can't." Jean hugged me. "Stay with it till it heals itself."

"But why?" My tears dripped down her neck. "But how can I stay with it? Only if you will teach me how to stay and still feel alright like before I meet him."

"Sorry, Annie." She forced me to eat the food and take the drug with cool water in a bottle. The breeze swirled on me, my body was cool; only my heart was burned, yelling for him, who was like a bird in the air.

I don't feel alright then, and I don't feel alright now when I was in the limousine beside him. He didn't speak; neither I. Jack was watching us through the rear mirror. I bent my head to hide my tears.

The limousine slowed him. Harry hurried down. Before, he would smile to greet the gateman and our parents, but now he showed no emotion on his face. Mrs. Eliza called Jack to one side. And I hurried past my mom to my room.

My mom knocked at the door for hours, Mrs. Eliza joined her. They asked what happened between me and Harry. I said nothing. I just want to stay alone like the day my dad divorce my mom, and left me, too.

The clock ticked eight-thirty at night. They were still knocking at the door. And I wonder what I would tell them tomorrow morning. Mr. Williams's voice called my name, beseeching me to open the door. He banged on the door, harder and harder, but it failed to move me from the bed.

I wished someone teach me how to stay in this pain comfortably. The pain blooms within every vein in my body. And now I believe if you fall in love you're in trouble. The outer world was meaningless, every memory flew away. Only Harry memories stayed, punishing my innocent soul, which fall in a pool of love helplessly and then get drowned. Every water it intakes into its lung caused more pain, but the more it intake the water, the more it drowns in love.

A love that's giving me pain. It dragged me to the darkest place, where no one could hear if I called for help. It took me to a place I don't intend to go.

Maybe if I come back to the next century; maybe I would open the door of my room and close the door of my heart.

I bathed in my tears till the power of night pulled me to a dreamland, where I cried harder. Love's music itself. It gives joyful pains till you surrender to its boat and allow it to paddle you to anywhere. That was what Jean means by I should stay with it till it heals itself, for I have no power to heal it. It opened by itself, only it can close itself, but when?

If I had the power I would have healed myself and stayed away from love forever.