"What am I doing here?" I asked myself out loud one Saturday morning. "I could be in Korea right now, what am I doing here?"

I put on some clothes and went out for a walk. Simply walking around, it all reminded me of Junghwa-oppa. There's the bakery where he gave me our rings. There's the flower shop where he got me flowers on Valentine's day. There's the chocolaterie where he got me a rose-shaped white chocolate on my birthday. There, up ahead was the supermarket where we did our grocery shopping. There was the gazebo right by the sea where we stopped for a break that one time we went out biking.

I shook him out of my head. He wouldn't want me to be like this. I hurried back home a took out my suitcases. I was moving out. 

I was almost all packed but I was out of suitcases already. I sighed. This had never happened before. I looked around and could find nothing. I guess I'll have to get another one.

The next morning, I got a new suitcase and packed up the rest of my things. As I was packing the last thing out of my dresser, something fell out of it. A letter.

I picked it up and began to read.

"Kimmy-ah,

I'm writing this as you sleep. You look so peaceful. I wonder what you're dreaming of? However, I don't think you'll find this until the day I pass away, maybe even later. In any case, it'll be the last things I'll tell you.

If you ever have children, tell them about me. Point to the pictures and tell them my