Maybe This Time

Chapter 8

I spend my weeks hanging out with Yeosang, going to places, taking photographs, and holding his hands.

Those weeks are everything I asked for. I am happy and at ease with Yeosang.

It is the last day that we'll go to hang out for my assignment. It's already late in the afternoon. He took me on a grass field this morning, and we're currently walking in the streets, looking for somewhere to it.

I hear Yeosang puff as he leans toward the post signage. He looks at me and says, "Youngie, I'm tired."

I laugh and tell him that I'll just buy us water and that I will be back in a minute.

He nods and looks around the street. "Be quick, hmm?" I nod in answer and wave at him.

I walk back towards him and see him still leaning in the post. 

It seems like he's so tired, I thought. I carefully get my camera and shot a photo of him. I smile as I see the photo's outcome.

I approach him and guide him towards the chair I see while getting my way back to where he is.

We spend our time there, recalling things we did when we were young, opening a wound that we never really cleaned and healed.

"I got really lonely that time when you left," he smiles as he says. He's looking straight at where there are kids playing. "We used to be like that," he points out.

I look at where he is pointing and smile as I see two boys playing with themselves, "Yeah, you are the prince, and I am your knight in shining armor," I laugh as I recall.

"What happens to us, Wooyoung?" I hear his question.

"I guess it just happened to be just that," I lower my head as I answer

"You, leaving me? And me, being left out? Well, yeah, I think it just happened," a sad tone evident in his voice.

"You know, I can't do anything about it, Sangie. It's my parents' decision to relocate." I reach for his hand and give it a little squeeze.

"I know you can't do anything about it. But." I hear him sob so I turn to him and cup his face.

"Sangie, you're crying." I use my thumb to wipe his tears as he let his body rest on me.

"But you're courting me. You didn't even give me a warning before leaving me. You just left me here unaware, alone, and questioning my worth," he continues sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, Sangie," I kiss his forehead and wipe his tears. "I'm sorry I can't be brave before."

He untangles himself from me and stands up. "I'm sorry, too," he started. "But I think I'm wrong to believe that I can be the same with you again." He said before he walks out of my sight.