Buck:

August 31, 2011.

That will be the last day of our marriage…

The last day for me to be your husband.

After that, I’m back to my old title.

When can I stare at you again?

touch your face?

fix your bangs?

put my hands around your waist.

Or when can I just simply stand beside you?

As the day approaches, there seemed to be a void inside me.

A hollow feeling…

Which leaves me incomplete.

Qian:

I could still remember the time when I was standing on the 60^th floor of the 63 building.

Waiting…

Waiting for the elevator to reveal my soon-to-be husband.

My hands were so clammy then, and my heart was beating so loud that I was concerned the staff would hear it. I keep on fidgeting with my dress and my eyes was roaming around, thinking.

Will my husband like me?

Will he be able to understand me since I’m Chinese?

Will the show be successful or will the netizens hate me?

Those are the questions that keep on popping on my mind as I waited for him.

Then, the PD alerted us that he’s coming…

*

1 year and 3 months later…

*

Qian:

I found myself standing at the same spot.

In front of the elevator, waiting for him…

This time, I’ll be meeting him for the last time as his wife.

If I can wish, I would want for this show to be extended for a few more months. Because this is the only time that I have the excuse to stay close to him. It’s the only time that I can touch or hold him. Or by merely standing next to him is more than enough. And now it’s coming to an end…

The PD signaled me to get ready.

I watched the red upward sign as it continued to move.

After a while, it stopped, followed by a bell sound.

He’s here…

*

Buck:

I was a mess.

My mind was racing and my head started to swim.

My heart was beating so fast.

I closed my eyes to rest my mind.

I know the camera is focusing on me, so I can’t let them see the panic or the sadness in my eyes.

Then the elevator stopped, there was a bell sound and the doors opened.

There she was, standing in front of me.

Looking as radiant as ever.

She was smiling brightly.

I stepped out of the elevator and reached for her hand.

She took it, laced her fingers with mine and gave it a squeeze.

She looked up to me and smiled.

A warm feeling engulfed me as we continue to shoot our last day.

*

They started filming before midnight and it was around 5am when they finished.

Everyone was tired.

But also sad because another couple will be leaving the show.

Victoria and Nichkhun greeted and thanked the staff for taking care of them and for the hard work.

Some even cried and hugged them.

*

Amidst the parting and the farewell conversations, two hearts were already longing for one another.

Longing for them to be together.

But, time is something that they can’t control.

And it’s the only thing that they have.

This is the path that they took.

Sacrifices should be made.

Feelings should be hidden.

It’s going to be a long and winding road.

And they don’t know if they will be given a chance again.

Maybe yes, maybe not…

*

As the Sun peeked into the horizon, promising a bright new day… washing the city with His warmth.

Nickhun and Victoria each gave a silent prayer to the world.

That they won’t let go.

They would continue to hold on until it’s time to stop.

They know it would be hard.

They will cry and they’ll be hurt, many times for sure…

But they’ll take their chances.

They will wait…

Until their right time comes.

They will wait…

For each other.

*

They looked at one another, held each others gazes for a while.

They nodded.

They knew.

And they understand…

*

That’s the way life is.

And that’s the way they’ll live it.

He is Nichkhun of 2PM, the Prince of Thailand.

She is Victoria of F(X), the Golden Flower from China.