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Noona, to be honest, I saw your boyfriend earlier. I hoped I was wrong, but he wasn't even wearing the couple ring you were so proud of. He was walking arm-in-arm with a girl who wasn't you. But why are you getting mad at me? Saying I must have seen wrong, that he would never do that. So I just watched your reaction and told you I was confused, that I must have made a mistake. But look, I was right all along. You looked happiest when you were meeting him, when you were talking about him. If you could be happy like that, believing you'd be with him forever, I thought I could be happy too. But sometimes, when you drink and cry in front of me because of him, my blood boils. It makes me so angry to think he's pretending to be sweet to your face while thinking of another woman behind your back, Noona. But Noona, I'm starting to hate you a little now. I'm the one trying harder than that bastard, so why are you the only one who doesn't know? I feel like I'm dying every time you're sad, so why don't you notice? When are you going to let go of his hand and take mine? Why are you the only one who doesn't see that he doesn't love you? Huh? You're such a fool, Noona. You're the only one who doesn't know what everyone else already knows. That I like you, and that he doesn't love you. You're a fool, a real fool. Don't hurt all by yourself; share some of that pain with me. Please, just look at me. Why don't you realize that I'm the one you should love? Why can't I have you? Why? Noona, please, okay? I'm working this hard for you.