The moment they finished breakfast, Yoobin took Handong’s hand and pulled her along.

“I need to show you something.”

“I love surprises!” Handong hummed.

At least she seemed to be her usual self, but Yoobin was about to truly put her at ease. She had found something significant.

Yoobin took her on a longer walk out of the resort and up the hill. They followed the road for a while, sharing a water bottle, then took a dusty path. Yoobin’s dad had told her about it the other day when him and her mom went for a walk.

The sun was bright and the landscape with its dry bushes and spiky plants started to look like the desert.

Not for long. Yoobin knew what she was doing. She wrapped her arm around Handong’s waist to help her the rest of the way.

They found themselves on a high cliff – higher than it seemed like they were climbing. On the road it appeared that they were going nowhere, but now the sea outstretched as far as the eye could see.

On the right was the beach of their hotel. On the left were some other beaches of other hotels, separated by the cliff.

Handong was beaming. She held her breath, walking to the edge of the cliff. She spread her arms and cheered. It was a yell of delight, somewhat like a sob.

Yoobin approached her from behind and wrapped her arms around Handong’s waist. She didn’t join in on the yelling, but she did laugh. For once Yoobin didn’t hold back as she did so.

It felt like a conquest.

But Yoobin wasn’t done yet. She took Handong by the shoulder and swiftly turned her around. The high of the moment was enough to give her the courage.

It wasn’t quite the skilled kiss. It was desperate and sloppy, the wind messing up their hair and both of them unable to stop smiling.

In the end they just embraced each other.

“See? It’s going to be okay?” Yoobin muttered.

Before long Yoobin’s two weeks were up. It was too soon and she’d gotten too used to seeing Handong every day, to doing everything she wanted all day, no responsibilities and always having fun with a girl that she liked and who liked her back.

Realizing what she’d lose and how different things will become, Yoobin understood Handong’s fear. Not quite to the same extent, but she understood.

Yoobin didn’t know how to say goodbye. She couldn’t cry while packing her bags, but she could in the safety of Handong’s arms.

They didn’t speak, only shallow words of reassurance that didn’t do much for either of them.

Yoobin knew she would move on, she would have to. Faith could bring them together again, but until then things would be different.

But Yoobin would miss being happy and carefree.

Handong was the one person who made her feel at ease. She could only hope to someday meet someone like that again.

Handong had said she’d want to see them off, but their flight was early in the morning and her parents didn’t let her.