In a quiet little cafe, a lone figure sat at a dimly-lit table for two, his face illuminated only by the bright screen of his phone.  

He flicked the screen to the left, scrolling through the hundreds of photos he had taken over the years.  As he went through the photos, he couldn't help but reminisce in the moments saved.

Especially with her.

Every picture she was included in, she was the main focus, whether intentional or not.  Her natural beauty was impeccable; he still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have this woman by his side.

Her beautiful black pearls for eye; her sharp but cute nose; and of course, her kissable full lips.  She had a body that no man could resist looking at and that no woman wouldn't envy.

But instead of boasting about her features, she remained humble, and that was just another reason why he fell for her.

The photos consisted of group pictures and personal selcas of him, her, and their friends.   He saw the joy in everyone's faces, but his eyes always fell back to her.  

But instead of feeling happiness from looking at her face, the man started to tear up.

If only I didn't mess up, he thought to himself.

The first teardrop fell, slowly followed by more.

I'm sorry that I wasn't the best boyfriend possible.

I'm sorry that I ended up hurting you.

I'm sorry for breaking your innocent love and pure heart.

Only now do I realize how much I loved you.

I hope the best for you, even if it means that you erase me from your memory.  

As long as you are happy.

The man had reached the end of his photos. 

But now, I have to move on.

He chose an option, leading to a prompt which read:
Are you sure you want to delete 699 photos?

This time, the man spoke out-loud to himself.

"I love you, Kwon Yuri, but now you're just a memory."

He pressed yes, allowing the phone to delete the photos.  He took a moment to dry his face of tears, as well as to straighten out his thoughts a bit, before proceeding to leave the cafe.

On his way out, he accidentally bumped into a person, presumably a female by the item they had dropped.  He had wanted to leave without a trail, but he couldn't help but think that helping the woman was the least he could do.

As he bent down and picked up the small purse from the ground, he told the woman, "Mianhaeyo, I wasn't paying attention to-"

"Taeyang-sshi?  Is that really you?!," the female questioned.

Taeyang promptly looked up after the mention of his stage name, finding a woman's beautiful eyes, nose and lips looking at him in awe.

Could it be?

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If you want to know a little something about the ending and why its open-ended, its supposed to represent my decision to expand past just soshibang stories.  Don't think that I won't write them anymore, as they'll still probably be my main pairings.  There's just so many girl groups that I follow (and ship with Taeyang, because I am a Taeyang fanboy), and maybe the pairings I have may be ones that others like as well, but don't see stories of.

Hope that you are able to understand what I mean and continue to support my stories and I.  Thank you :)

*Fun Fact: I chose 699 for the number of photos as that is the number of views per each of the 13 stories I've written before.