I woke up in the hospital with Henry next to me. He was definitely not the one I wanted to see. I tried sitting up and found that my head hurt, as well as my leg. Upon hearing me move, Henry looked up. "Wookie. I'm so glad you're awake."

I ignored him and began to get out of the bed as a doctor came in. "Ah. I wouldn't do that just yet if I were you. I'm Doctor Siwon Choi." I shook his hand.

"Why can't I leave?" Then I turned to Henry. "Where's Yesung?"

"When you lost consciousness, I had to rush you to the hospital. There was no choice but to leave him behind."

I fake-sneezed. "Sorry, I'm allergic to bull. Run that by me one more time."

"Who cares where he is."

"That's what I thought. Doctor Choi, it's been a pleasure meeting you, but I'm leaving. If you would please remove the tubes and IV's, that'd be wonderful."

"But… you're not completely healed yet."

"That's another day's problem. Right now I have to get someone." I glared at Henry. He glared back.

Siwon sighed. "Alright, fine. If it's really that important, we'll be here if you have any other problems. Let me just get you a bottle of pain-killers and I'll let you be on your way." Siwon disappeared into the hallway and returned seconds later with a prescription bottle. He handed it to me and began freeing me from the hospital bed. I stood up – too fast – and Siwon caught my shoulders to steady me. "You okay?"

"Just fine." I left the room.

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Since I didn't have a car, I jogged back to my house to get my motorcycle. It was a beauty. I treasured it more than I did my convertible, if possible, so if Henry busted it, I'd kick his .

Two minutes later, I was on that long stretch of road. Funny how both times I'd gone this way was because of Henry. And both times, I was in a bad mood. I stopped next to Harvey's car, which was still on the side of the road. "Yesung?" I called out. "Yesung are you here?" Nothing. I tried to see if he was in the car, but he wasn't, so I got back on my motorcycle and headed towards the town. If he wasn't here, he'd be there.

About ten minutes later, I pulled up in front of Pete's and walked inside. The windows were still broken, not that I'd expect them to fix it in a day. No one was there. I walked through the whole diner and even looked out into the back, where my car still sat. It was like the place had packed up and gone somewhere else. Next stop was the Bed & Breakfast. "Carol? Harvey? Yesung?" Everyone was gone. I went through the whole house and found nothing. Finally, in the room we'd stayed in, I sat on the bed and cried.

"There, there." I heard a voice say. I looked up and saw no one. "Over here." I looked to my left and sure enough, there was a ghost.

"Holy shi-"

"Don't be alarmed, my boy. I'm Harvey's Grandmother! Now, tell me what's wrong." And I did. I told her the whole damn story from Henry breaking up with me to where we were now. She sat quietly and listened to my story, then piped up towards the end. "Well no wonder no one's here! They're all at the cemetery!"

"The cemetery?? Why?"

"Because it's been three years since the town's first mayor died. It's always been a day of mourning for us. Go on down there. I'm sure you'll find everyone."

I vaguely remembered seeing a small cemetery on the outskirts of the town, towards Gregorsville. I thanked Harvey's Grandmother and jumped back on my motorcycle, not even bothering to wipe the tears away. The funeral home was just that – a home. Even from outside on my motorcycle, I could hear laughter from inside. I guess 'Day of Mourning" was an excuse to party. Even so, I was glad the town still existed. Before I'd even turned the engine off, Carol, Jesse Belle, and Yesung came running out to greet me. Thank God I'd gotten off of my motorcycle before they reached me, or they would've knocked my baby over with their bear-hug.

"Why don't ya come join th' party!" Jesse Belle said.

"Oh, um. Actually, I was wanting to talk to Yesung first."

"Alrighty. Don't take too long, though! We've got cake!"

Jesse Belle and Carol headed back inside and I took Yesung's hand and led him out to the cemetery. Now that we weren't in the shade, I could see a bruise under his left eye. "Yesung… I'm sorry. It's my fault you got…" I felt a lump in my throat as I gently the purple skin. "It's my fault you got hurt."

"Don't blame yourself." His hand s up my arm and then laid against my own hand. "The guy's crazy."

"Oh yeah, speaking of… He knows I'm here. He could come at any given time."

Yesung looked up at me, startled. "We have to run away." His words were barely a whisper.

"Let's go back to Seoul. It's such a big city…he can't find us there." Yesung nodded. We were roughly 130 miles away from Seoul, but it wouldn't take too long to get there.

"We'd better say goodbye to everyone." Yesung led me into the house, which was cramped from the whole town being there. We said bye between the bites of cake we horked down, and then got back on my motorcycle. Yesung wrapped his arms around my middle as I started the engine and I swear I almost choked on my own heart as it leapt into my throat.

With that, we zoomed off towards Seoul, where hopefully, our problems would be over. But… if our problems were over, would we just go back to being strangers? What would happen to us? I could've killed myself for what thought came to me next: I thought… maybe I loved Yesung? How selfish would that make me, then, if we didn't go back to Seoul just because I was afraid I'd never see him again? I became aware that I was crying again, too late, and a tear dripped off my chin and onto Yesung's hands on my waist.

"You okay?" He asked as I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand. I didn't answer.