‘I really think we need to talk’, he said as we sat down by the river. ‘It’s been crazy, these days’, he began, grabbing my hand, ‘But I really need to talk to you about this’. The ball of nervousness in my stomach grew into a huge sphere of fear. Some people say that when you have a bad feeling, chances are high that you might indeed have to face a very unfortunate moment.
- It’s been so long since we have seen each other, why do we have to talk right now? – I asked, wanting him to hug me the way he used to
- I can’t – He shrugged – I can’t keep with this bag of lies.
‘What?’, I my voice shook. ‘I don’t want to be with you anymore, Ying’.
Youngbae released my hand and turned, facing the river. ‘I have been trying to find the right way to tell you this but I can’t’. I stood up. ‘The right way? Is this the right way?’, I asked slowly, trying my hardest not to go crazy.
- I don’t know – He shrugged again – But I can’t go on like this, Ying. I don’t want to see you anymore. I don’t see myself next to you anymore, I no longer want to spend the rest of my life with you.

I breathed in.

For what it felt like five minutes.

‘I really don’t want to make you feel bad, Ying. But this is over’.

I swear to God I had no idea this was going on. Were there no signals from him? Didn’t I get the memo?

‘I’m sorry’, I heard him say. ‘I’m sorry’, and my body began walking in towards the river. ‘What are you doing, Ying?’, he said, and I took my shoes off, left my bag next to him.

‘Ying, are you alright?’

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