The next day, Kyuhyun and I met at our favourite coffee shop before class because I can't wait to tell him about my parents who are coming to visit.

"Hani-ah, will you stay here with me if I tell you I'm going to marry you?", I scoffed before I start answering. "Why would you want to stay here, we both belong in Korea and I'm not going to stay here permanently.", to be honestly speaking. Its true, even though I like it here, Korea is still my hometown, where I belong. I have my family and friends there, leaving them for a guy..I don't think I will be able to do that. It is never easy to deide but I don't want to be the girl who kill herself for the little love because the bigger love is supposed to be hers.

Then kyuhyun falls silent.Is he hurt?

"I'm sorry, Kyuhyun-ah. I don't wanna be like my friend who stays here for her boyfriend but they still broke up due to different religions. Its pathetic, but who would have known, if I might decide to stay here right?" There was no response. What am I going to do now?

Then our ride was awkward. I hold my clothes on my lap and stare out the window, waiting to see if Kyuhyun is going to break the silence that hangs between us. He makes no move to speak so I pull my phone out of my purse. Its off; it must have died just now. I try to turn it on anyway and the screen comes to life. I am relieved to find that I have no new voicemails or texts. The only noise in the car is the slow screech of the windshiel