“It’s time to go, Mina.”

Mina doesn't lift her head at Sana’s words, doesn't do much other than sink further against the wall, surrounded by the thick pages Jihyo had left for her. “I was too late.”

Sana swallows thickly at Mina’s words, at the memory of Jihyo walking through the gates, taking her whole life with her. “Mina…”

“She didn't even say goodbye,” Mina whispers, and Sana hugs her then, holding her head against her shoulder.

Two airplane tickets fall from Mina’s fingers, the writing worn, destination unreadable, stained with tears.

Sana wonders if she’d made the right choice.