Today, he woke up with regret again. He hates that. He hates waking up to only realize she wasn’t there, next to him anymore. The bed feels empty without her. It feels bigger than before and he doesn’t like it.

He sighs and walks toward the bathroom. He needs to go out early today because he needs to catch up the plane to Busan. His customer requested him to take their wedding picture there and he can’t do anything except agreeing with their request because he was given a free plane ticket and room after all. They said they want to take it there because it was a place where they first met.

It would be beach if it was them. Their first met near the beach. He was taking a pre-wedding picture of his customer when he saw her. She was beautiful that day even though she was crying. He ignored it at first but after his work finished, she was still there. Sitting on the bench, but she wasn’t crying anymore. She stares blankly at the sea. The first word that he said to her was asking her if she’s okay. She smile, acting everything was alright when he actually saw her crying before. It turns out that her mother passed away the day before. That’s when he first talks to her.

What he loves about her was her attitude. She was a strong woman. Not physically, but mentally. She’s the type that would hide her sadness in front of others and act like there was nothing happened. She comforts other and knows well how to make him feel better. He loves how she keep up