Years have passed ever since the very day she runs away from her very own wedding. Sitting down on a table at the corner of the shop while looking out through the window, she sat there waiting. Waiting for him to come back. That was what she has been doing these past three years.

She decided to take her life in her hands, no more the daddy’s little girl she once was. She broke the engagement as soon as she woke up from the hospital bed she was confined in and volunteered to even leave her family if they don’t allow her to do what she pleases.

Missing the chance of having to reach her future with him, she had tried to find his whereabouts but with no such luck there wasn’t any news to where he actually went so instead, she waits for him every passing day in the cafe on the very same table they first met.

The light chime of the bell as the door swung open echoes through the small shop causing for some heads to turn and look.

It was nothing new, people always come and go in the shop. She’s gotten used to it already; much used to it actually. She once always turn to look at who the person may be with all hopes that it’s the same person she’s long expecting only to always have her hopes crashed and thrown away, being met by nothing but disappointment.

But what got her to turn her head as well as the others is upon hearing a low, deep chuckle audible enough for her to hear from all the way to her table.  It was that small chuckle which has been stuck in her mind all this time, the small chuckle she’s been missing to hear once again even if it’s just for the last time.

It caught her off guard, leaving her to catch her breath with lips slightly agape. It wasn’t because of the fact that the tall man who has entered was the sole reason she has been in the shop most of the time waiting but what follows, or better yet who follows behind him.

 It was a woman, tall and slim. Chestnut brown hair which reaches just above her waist and fair, milky skin which just compliments her throughout, not to mention her soft angelic feature and baby face. She was beautiful and Yuri had to admit it to herself. The two chattered happily with one another and she couldn’t help but crumble, crumble on her seat. He hasn’t seemed to notice her just yet and she was happy and thankful for that.

 Scanning him from head to toe; his hair was cut short which is swept to the side slightly, nose long and high with his ashy brown eyes curved upwards as if smiling, he was the same Choi Minho she so remembers except for maybe the new haircut from his long hair that used to reached just above his eyes she has grown to get used to, yet there seem to be something else. Suddenly coming to realise what it was upon seeing the silver band ring he was wearing on his ring finger. It hit her like a slap right across her face, hard.

He was married, and their happy ending was long non-existent anymore.   

It takes seconds to say ‘Hello’,

But it takes forever to say ‘Goodbye’.