"Oh, You're awake. I prepare your breakfast. Eat them all up. I need to go now, Sica. Until next time...." she paused.
"Happy birthday..." she added.
She patted my shoulders and almost passed by me.
Is this the end? NO. It's now or never...
Before she could go, I pulled her and crashed my lips onto hers.
I let her taste my tears that are full of longing and sadness which are not stopping to flow.
She tried to push me but I held her waist tight.
Slowly, she reciprocated the kiss and wiped my tears when I pulled away and opened our eyes.
"Don't cry baby. You'll be happy..."
That was our first kiss. I hope not the last.
"I won't be happy, Yoongie..." I said, tearing up again.
"That was my first, Sica. Thank you. And that would be the last, I think..."
She cupped my face and kissed the top of my head.
I can't move. She picked up her luggages and turned to the door.