“Where are we going?”

That was the first question she asked after she got in the car.

“Does it matter?” I diverted my vision from the road to her. “You said you want to talk, so the location doesn’t really matter.”
 

After 5 years, she still has the same effect on me. I hate to see her cry, I hate to see her tears.
 

The moment she starts to cry, I know that I've lost.
 

“Let’s see how long you’re going to pull that face, Kwon Jiyong.”
 

She pouted and looked away. Looking at her acting this way, a smile crept its way up my face.
 

What am I going to with you Im Yoona?
 

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“Still the same old drink?”
 

“You still remember this place?”

“Yes, it’s been 5 years but I don’t have amnesia.” I replied. “Caramel Macchiato with one pump of syrup and extra toppings.”
 

I read out the exact same order she loved like a spell.
 

“Y-Yeah, just that will do.”
 

Memory is a scary thing.
 

I spoke up after the drinks was served, I ordered a few of her favorite macarons.
 

“We were at the breaking point when you told me you could haved explained everything if I would just let you.”
 

I recalled that day when she was outside my door, the day after she broke the news to me.
 

“But I wouldn’t.”
 

“Why not?” Her face was all scrunched up, looking down at her finger. “If you had let me explain myself, things would not have turned out this way.”
 

“It was the moment I chose to pull the door between us firmly shut.” I said it