"How was it? Did you accept him? What did he look like?" Harin bombards me with questions.

"It was fine, no and he was okay-looking," I answer.

"You mean, you refused him?" Harin asks, bewildered.

"No Harin. I just, have yet to make up my mind," I told her. Harin nods.

She puts her arms around me. "It's time to let go of Byunggie Oppa, Unni. He will never come back." She says sadly. I let her words sink in on me.

I hug her. "I need time alone," I declare.

Harin understands and leave the room. I sigh. Who can help me now? I have to make a decision. To leave Byunggie's memories and start a new one

with someone I don't love or remain alone all my life. I stood, an idea coming to me. I reach for my origami paper. The ones I made with Byunggie.

I take a candle and place it in. The origami was shaped like a water lily. I lit the candle. Then I put it in the pond. I sit in front of the pond.

"Please help me. If I choose Junhyung, please show me a sigh that it's right. Please. I have no one else." I speak to the candle.

Then I gently place it in the water and watch it sail away from me, probably to send my request.

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As promised, Junhyung's driver came in the morning. He pass me a bouquet of lavenders and a card. In return, I slip his driver a small note. Soon

after, his driver left, bowing to me. I rush back to my room, to open Junhyung's letter. The letter was a silver plain paper. I open it, my heart

pounding.

Dear Kim Hyuna, it started.

I know, you don't want to take me as your husband. But I can assure you that I sent the request for your hand in marriage. I don't

know how to say this, but I've always seen you in your Harabeoji's office. I've noticed how kind, sweet and caring you were. How

you were carrying the tiffin for your Harabeoji. Truth is, my ideal type for a wife would be you. I would like a wife to be able to

cook for me. To be kind to me, who I know will take care of me.

His letter read. I did not breathe. Could this be the sign I was looking for? I read on.

Your mother warned me about your illness. That you don't have much time left. I would like to take this opportunity to be your

husband. I'm sure, I'll make you happy, treasured. Please. At least give me a chance to show you I can be a good husband. I know

everything about you. About the boy you love. Trust me, start a new life with me...

The letter ends. I clutch the note. This is the answer. But I don't feel right. I re-read it. A promise he made. I hope he won't forsake it, for I have

already told his driver I said yes.

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To be continued;)