It was a Thursday when he decided to leave home. He was happy, at least that’s what he kept telling himself. He finally got the courage to move on and see whatever fate brings to his door. He can finally pursue his dreams. their dreams.

Yet, he was there standling alone in the side of the railway, a one-person ticket in hand to Seoul.

He was never supposed to be alone in the first place. It should’ve been them. They were supposed to be inseparable. They were supposed to do this together. They had talked till mornings, laughing on their unfathomed dreams, on how great it would’ve been if they could come to Seoul with one dream in their hearts. However, he was doing all of those things with a heavy weight in his chest. This was supposed to be a ‘them’ thing.

But he left him and that’s all there’s left between their broken relationship.

Nothing mended. Just broken.