“I can’t believe this is it.” He takes a step and cups my head in his hands.

“I suppose so Mr Park.” I question myself as I his hands were contact with my head,  on his chest how do people perform that ceremony of parting? Someone teach me because I don’t think I can bare the fact that Jaehyung would be miles apart from me.  I was standing still and silent as a tree as I witness the parting ceremony which was happening in front of me; the other volunteers hugging and exchanging contacts at the airport. I  drew a breath, and returning out of my train of  thoughts, I  looked at Jaehyung and smiled. Well at least  farewell has a sweet sound of reluctance rather than goodbyes.

“You’re bad at farewells, huh?” Jaehyung nudged me as I watch everyone embracing each other. We’ve only known each other for 10 days and we acted as if we knew each other for eternity. How weird. How awkward. But indeed very touching.They embraced and held each other for a long time.

“Don’t forget me,” Jaehyung said out of the blue.

“Jieun, if you ever get the feeling that someone is looking over you, but there’s nobody there, I assure you it’s me.” He joked around. It was meant to be laughed at but instead, I cried.

“Oh God, are you crying?” He began to panick.

“Eh, it’s nothing. I can’t find a way to make this less painful than it already is.” I wiped off those tears with my thumbs and tried to smile.

“I’ll text you,” I said, and he laughed.

Jaehyung hefted the backpack on his shoulder and the luggage he’s been tagging along with. “Shouldn’t you be heading off? You should check in. Your Singaporean volunteers are moving off already” he said.

I strummed my fingers across my face as I finally said it. I finally did “I’ll miss you.” and waved frantically,tugging my baggage. It was proven how flushed I was after I’ve said that. Not that I was confessing but it was just cringe worthy and yet I had the guts to say it in front of his face.

Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. That’s all I could think off without turning to steal a glance. Farewell Jaehyung.

“Am I late?” I was panting as I tried to catch my breathe. Beads of sweat started dripping down my forehead. I dashed to Changi Airport hoping I wasn’t a second late to greet Jieun home.

“Nah, you aren’t so catch your breathe young man.” Mrs Lee smiled. I could sense Mr Lee and Jina cackled as they saw the state I was in.

“Thank God.”

“Mum.”

“What, Jina?” She asked.

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