"Look, how long are you going to drag this? I'm calling it quits, Yoona." I sounded cold. Much more colder and harsher than I wanted it to be.

She stopped short in her step for a few seconds, then, continued to get busied buttering the toast and put them on my plate.

"I agree. Under three conditions."

"Spill them out."

She turned around, oning the tap - a vain attempt to drown her voice.

"Let's do this after two months. Baek Hyun's finals are round the corner. I don't want this to affect him."

"Fair enough. Neither do I want that to happen." I nodded my head in approval.

"Starting from tomorrow, I want you to write a letter for me, telling me our past. Lastly, give me a kiss every morning. Be it on the cheeks or lips."

I stared at her back, wondering if my ears were playing a trick on me or not. I remained silent for a long while.

"Deal."

I nodded. Anything for a divorce. Or so, I thought.