The morning sun greeted me through the white silk curtains, as another day awakened. I groaned and pulled my covers over my body. I shut my eyes tight, trying to reenter the fantasy that eased my pain from the memories of yesterday. My dream was a pleasant one. We were still in each other's arms. We had refused to let go. We didn't care; nor did we let our hearts stray from each other. We were inseperatable. But that was just a dream, i realise; nothing more than a mere fantasy from my heart. My chest burned. This would have been easier if we weren't together in the first place. My body squirmed at the pain in my heart. I hugged myself; longing for the comfort of Jinki's smile.

I just want to lie here. All day. Every day. Always.

I wipe my cheeks, discarding the wetness of my eyes. I drew in my tears and fixed my facial expression. I willed myself to be strong. "Be strong." I commanded myself. Pulling my bed sheets away, I set my feet on the cold, wooden floor. I stood tall, my back straight and my chin raised. I will be a mountain-nothing will take me down. I walked to the bathroom and cleansed myself. Making sure to scrub everything away; from the dirt, to the aching memories of the break-up. I let the water filter my memories. "Wash away the pain of tomorrow, to make room for the happiness of today." I said to myself. After I finished bathing, I slipped a towel around my body and tip-toed to my room, cursing at myself for not bringing my clothes with me. I put on a plain white shirt and my favourite black skinny-jeans. I went back to the bathroom and applied some makeup, to cover up some faint flaws. -BEEP BEEP- I walked back to my room and grabbed my backpack.

Approaching the door, I took one last gaze over my house, knowing that I won't be here for a while. I closed the door and walked out. I made my way to the yellow taxi parked in front of my house. I bowed slightly as the driver looked at me. Getting in, I placed my bag in the seat beside me. My pocket vibrated. I pulled out my phone and unlocked it. It's a text messege.

Your luggage is already unpacked. I tried my best to make your room look 'cool', however you kids define 'cool' nowadays... Did you tell Jinki-ssi about our move? Hope all went well.

-Love Umma xo

I sighed and replied to the text.
 

Don't worry, as long as It's in my favourite colours, it's fine.

-Be there soon xoxo

I ignored her question about Jinki. He doesn't need to know.  I snapped back into reality as the driver cleared his throat. "Where to?" He asked with his gruff voice. "Oh, sorry. Uh, Seoul airport please." He nodded twice and drove off. I stared out the window. We passed the Lee meat shop. Passed the SME building. And we passed the playground. That playground was where most of our memories happened. All sad and happy. A single tear escaped my eye as we drove through the market town. Each place held memories; Jinki riding in his bicycle, me spying on him...

"You alright miss?" The driver asked, concern covered his face.

I nodded and smiled faintly. "Fine."

"You living overseas now?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, it's always sad leaving old friends behind. But I bet this is all for the better right?" He smiled at me, attempting to encourage me.

I smiled back. "Yeah. I'll be leaving my memories here too. The painful memories, the happy memories, and the heartbreaking memories." I gazed outside again.

"Let me guess, a boyfriend?" He grinned.

"Ex. He got accepted into SM. I didn't get to tell him that I'm leaving Korea."

He frowned. "Aww, well that's just sad. You've got me in tears! I pity you."

I smile at him. This guy likes to talk. "Yeah. I pity myself too. But the past is the past. We can't do anything but move on."

"You're a wise one. Very wise for a youth. I wish you had told me that when I was your age. Would've done me lots good."

"Care to tell me your story?"

He talked on about  being the school Kingka. He loved a nerd, but because of his popularity, he cast her aside. Ten years later, he saw his first love married with a child. She was a business woman. "What was her name?" I asked.

"We're here." He proclaimed. The driver pulled over and I payed him.

I was about to walk away when he called me back; he looked at me seriously. "Miss!" I turned around. "Her name... was Kwon KyungMi." He turned around and drove off.

"Kwon KyungMi? That was my mother's name before she married." I whispered to myself. Shaking my head, I convinced myself that there are probably a thousand Kwon KyungMi's in Korea.

I checked the gate I was supposed to go through. 16. I slung my backpack on my back again. I went through customs and all those security gates. Finally I reached Gate 16. I looked back once, hoping that Jinki would come running and pull me back from the plane. I hoped he would throw his arms around me and tell me to never leave. I hoped that he would smile at me once more and assure me the everything was ok.

But he didn't  come running. He didn't embrace me and tell me to not leave. He didn't smile at me. He wasn't here. And he won't know I had left until I was gone.

I hung my head and walked on. Into the plane and into my future. My future without Jinki.

"Goodbye." I whispered as the plane rose and flew. Goodbye Seoul. Goodbye playground. Goodbye memories. And Farewell Jinki.

"I hope we meet again."

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a/n

I was listening to Lost Child by IU while writing this chapter. Replaying again and again, as I drafted  and edited.

The haunting feel to the song helped me make this chapter emotional and wordy ^^

In case you guys didn't know, I was sick... I had gastro >:P yucky feeling ...

Anyway, I hope you liked the chappie guise <3

STAY HEALTHY AND "Live long and prosper"~ LOOOOL Star Trek -__- i'm such a geek ...

-WitchChunji

I was listening to this too *wipes tear* My favourite 2NE1 song~

AND

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