Reality: “An ending signifies a new beginning.”

Bile started to rise up in my throat, my head is spinning, my vision is blurry, I can’t breathe properly, can’t move, can’t feel—as if I’m dead. My eyes scanned the small note again and again. Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Two simple words, just two simple words and I can’t even understand what it means. Thank you. Is it, Thank you, let’s broke up? Thank you, I’m so thankful? Thank you, you made me happy for some time?  Thank you… I’m leaving?

I’m leaving…. My eyes widen as I heard her conversation last week with Cheseul and Heesu. “I’m leaving.”

“Why?” “Why?”

“Because I’m tired.”

“Why are you tired?”

 “I don’t know.”

“Why?” “Why?” “Why?”

Why?

I bolted out of my room pulling my wallet and a thin piece of cardigan, wore my worn out sneakers and ran out of our house. I hailed at one of the thousands and thousands of taxi. “Incheon airport, please drive faster!” The man nodded and zoom we go. I ed up big time. 

Once we reached the mourning-building, flock of different people stood at the entrance, crying, waving, paparazzi’s hidden at the other side of the street, ready to take the photo that’ll bring them to their peak. But