4 - Sketch of us

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Their last day together came too quickly. The morning was misty, the ocean gray and restless. They met at their usual spot by the docks, neither saying much, both pretending this was just another day.

Finally, as the sun broke through the clouds, Yoonni handed him a small notebook. It was her sketchbook, filled with drawings from their summer-drawings of the beach, the record shop, the dunes where they'd talked for hours, and even a sketch of Yeonjun himself, laughing with the ocean in the background.

"Something to remember us by," she said softly, her voice barely audible.

Yeonjun held the notebook tightly, feeling a mixture of gratitude and sadness. He wanted to give her something too, but he had nothing. So instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out the blue seashell he'd picked up on their first day together, and handed it to her.

"I'll never forget you, Yoonni," he said, his voice choked with emotion.

She smiled, her eyes shining. "Me neither."

They hugged, and in that embrace was every moment, every laugh, every unspoken word. And as she walked away, Yeonjun watched until she disappeared from view, the waves crashing softly behind him.

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