Exiting the taxi, Donghae handed the man the money as Yoona waited patiently beside him. The green trees and laughter of children gave the park life…as well as the couples sitting on the benches. It was quite awkward to be walking beside someone than Yuri or Jonghyun.   Clearing , She looked over to Donghae, who was two or three steps ahead,”So, how did you arrive here?”   “By plane.”, He chuckled.   “No, I mean—“   “You mean, why did I come here?”, He corrected her with a smile on his face.   She nodded quietly as she tried to catch up to his speed.    “Well, are you in for a story? It’s quite long.”   “I love stories.”, She rebutted.   “Well, ever since I was 12, I have always been on the move. I was always with my parents, always meeting new friends, and finding new discoveries. Places I have been is Vietnam, Korea, Europe, Australia, Florida, California, Oregan, India, Laos, and a lot more than I can remember.”, He put his hands in his pant pockets.   “Wow, I have other been here and Korea.”, she responded as her eyes dropped onto the concrete.   “Well, moving made me more outgoing and curious. I knew more about their culture than mine. I found the most amazing artifacts, and people that I never knew.”   “Isn’t that good? Traveling, I mean?”, Yoona smiled sheepishly.   “Not exactly.”   “What do you mean?”, Her smile fading.   “Moving…I had to meet new friends again and again. It was useless to remember their names and faces if I were to leave later. I didn’t spend time with them, because i was afraid of getting too attached. It was hard to keep a job. I hardly was close to my parents. I began to crawl into a hole, whenever I was left alone. It was a time of my life where I was confused and afraid of what would happen to me, if I kept traveling…”   “Nothing…happened…did it?”   “We were in Japan having fun with the nature. My dad suddenly collasped, and we rushed him to the hospital. My dad, he’s a strong one, but I guess he didnt have enough strength to keep going. He  wouldn’t wake up, until about three days after. I can still remember it now. He opened his eyes slowly as his hands twitched, I rushed over to him in tears. I called his name softly so I wouldn’t distrupt his tranquilly I guess. It was so rushed….so blurry now. But he opened his eyes, gave a good look at my mom and I. Opening his dry lips, he spoke his final words to me…”   ‘Son, Don’t stop believing…don’t stop exploring. I want you to take your mother to Paris one day, show her and I your future wife. I want to be able to see her, to see a family you created. Don’t let them stop dreaming.’   “He’s right…don’t stop.” Yoona commented as she faced him with her concerned eyes.   “He is.”, Donghae stopped where he was at, looking up at the sky for a sign of his father.   “Did you ever show her off?”   “What do you mean?”   “Your wife? Your mother?”   “Ah, my mom never made it. Halfway there, she gave her last breath and kissed me goodbye. So, now I’m here to keep believing…hopefully.”   “I’m so sorry.”, Yoona teared up a bit as she saw him look at her.   “No worries. I just need to make my parents proud, and be able to live up to their dreams of Paris.”   “I’m going to help you.”   Slightly smiling, he ruffled her hair,”What could you do? I don’t think I’m ready for a wife… for a while.”   “I mean you need to touch her heart…”, She sheepishly smiled.   “Haha, very funny. What about you? Why Paris?”, He said walking along the trail.   “It’s complicated.”   “If it’s complicated, why don’t we sit on a bench so you can untangle it for me.”   “Deal.”, She pushed Donghae toward the bench a few trees ahead. Plopping herself down first, Donghae followed sitting by her side.   “Now, tell me your complicated story.”   She nodded,”This is a very private story, and I’m entrusting you to keep it secret. I’m trusting a stranger, but I hope that you understand why I came here.”   Continuing on, she sighed deeply just thinking of him,” Like any other 21 year olds, I fell in love. He was the popular guy in college, and I was that quiet girl. One day, I dropped my books and he helped them up for me. From then on, He started talking to me and we started to fall for each other.”   “Ah, typical love story.”, Donghae commented to which Yoona gave him a look. Love stories was all he seemed to hear except his own love story. He was jealous, but who was he to know?   “It was an adorable love story. We did everything together. He was my first kiss, my supporter, and everything. When things happened, he would be the one behind me. A prefect relationship according to people. A relationship that even made me consider him to be ‘the one’. Three years I was in love with him.”   “What happened to that perfect love?”   “A couple months ago, he never told me that he had a roommate. A girl roommate. She was pretty, but she had a bad attitude. Long story short. I walked in on them kissing, and he didn’t even apologize for lying to me. Since then, he’s been with other girls right after we broke up. I was bawling in my apartment for a month, tissues spreader everywhere,but he was having fun and rebounds. It broke me completely.”   Seeing her struggle with her words, he felt a little sorry for asking her,”You can stop telling me.”   “No,”She said tearing up a bit,”I talked to my cousin Yuri, a lawyer about it. She was darn out positive about breaking up with him when I couldn’t stop thinking of him. I was broken, and she could see that. One day, I was tired of staying in that dark apartment, so I went out only to see him again. He was smiling and laughing with his roommate or his girlfriend. So, Yuri offered me a plane ticket to Paris to find a new love and get my mind off of him.”   “So, you came to the city of love….”   “Yeah, Even though it pains me everyday to be reminded of him, I’m determined to get over him.”, She pepped herself up.   “I’ll help you on that. It’s about three in the afternoon, why don’t we grab