Last night’s arguments might have been worse than I’d expected.

It’s twenty minutes before my plane takes off to France and I’m right outside Incheon airport, with my passport, plane ticket, luggage and all…

I have always thought that I was decisive; that I was never one foot in and one foot out. Even at that time when I ran away from the living hell they call home (because everyone was trying to control me and I didn’t want to be heir to their stupid company) and even if I ended up on the streets trying to survive, I never looked back. It was by far, one of the best decisions I made in my entire life. I never would have met her. And I thought that maybe, this one right now is also among those bests, but…

I somehow couldn’t completely bring myself to do it.

Just last night, I got myself engaged with the love my life. So now, I’m here as planned. Well…as I’ve planned, at least.

We always thought as one and so I expected that she would support my decision. Apparently, she didn’t like the idea of me, flying to France to become a patisserie for three years. But what was I? I’m merely a disowned kid with nothing. What could I possibly give her? And so, I deemed that this is something I had to do.

I selfishly put a ring on her finger, only to leave her on her own after, but it’s not like I wanted that. It was hard for me too.

Now, here I wait. If she comes and stops me, I won’t be leaving anymore. If she