So, it's over. 

I look at the familiar security guard, half dozing off, "Annyeong Ahjusshi!" 

He sat up immediately, "Careful on your way back, Hyunjae sshi!"    I dialed Jiyong's number and was about to go ahead and call him but I shrugged that thought off. Naw, I wanted to be alone. I took off my blazer and just let the wind caress me. I went on taking off my heels; they were killing me. I kept walking without a destination in my head. It was late already. When I finally reach the city, I hopped on a cab, unknowingly saying, "Incheon Airport."    At the airport, almost instinctively, I went to the ticket counter, "Can I know where will the next flight go to?" 
The counter lady looked like a doll, a pretty one, "It goes to Singapore" she said with a smile. I nodded, "Can I still get a ticket for it? Any classes."    I was issued an economy class ticket. The flight is at 0440; an hour more to go. I sighed and went to the washroom. I stared into my reflection on the mirror. For the first time, ever since I started traveling, I felt like crying. But I couldn't. No tears. Suddenly, I am convinced that I will never have love in my life. Nobody I loved stayed long enough. Even my parents left me. Dave left. And now, Seunghyun.      In the plane, I closed my eyes. The last time I travelled was with Seunghyun. Actually, that was the first time we met.    /flashback/      "Oh! I'm sorry," a deep, husky voice came after I got pushed at my head by a bag, "I'm so sorry" he repeated. I forced a smile, shaking my head in gesture that it is alright.  This isn't my first time traveling alone. I am a writer, freelance photographer and I own a travel blog, quite well-known in the blogosphere, I'd say; which pays off some of my expenses of traveling. It's always a one way ticket for me. I buy a ticket to a place I feel like going, stay there for a while, sometimes longer than a while, and leave for another destination when I feel like it. I grew up with my grandparents. My parents died when I was 6. I was young when they died, but I was old enough to know what was going on. I remember his voice and the gun shots.      "Are you okay?"  I was woken up by a soft nudge, ending my nightmare. "Hey, are you okay?" the stranger beside me asked.  Still haunted by my nightmare, I forced myself to sit up straight and brush my hair away from my face and that was when I felt my eyes wet. I must be crying. Urgh. I was so annoyed at myself. Why did I cry?! In an aeroplane... Beside a stranger. "I'm fine.." I manage to say. From the corner of my eyes, I see the stranger nod and he turned his attention back to his screen.   I washed my face and shook my head off the negativity in the washroom. I fished out my MacBook and started typing about Turkey, the previous country before coming to South Korea. It sure will be a long flight.    I stretched and stole a quick glance at the mysterious stranger. He was wearing his hoodie up with a mask. He must have a cold or something. My stare had got to be obvious because he turned to my direction. Almost immediately, I looked down, feeling embarrassed of my insensitive gaze. A low chuckl