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Chapter 7

Chaeng

I received a handwritten letter from our mail. It was odd because since the creation of phones handwritten letters are nonexistent. I went to my room and opened it. It was from Jisoo.

   Meet me at Duke's hotel room 605 at 6pm

-Jisoo.

The last time I saw her was graduation. We were at the same department, so I expected to see her there. I remembered how excited I am for graduation because my parents are going to be there. I remember how I planned to introduce Jisoo to my parents in graduation, but it never became a reality. I was hesitant at first, I don't really want to see her, it will open new wounds but there was this small part of me is saying that I should go to have closure.

Is closure even true? Can anyone really let go of something special? Or do we just trick ourselves every day until we believe our lies, until the day comes that we believed we moved on. I decided to fuck it and go.

I entered the hotel and went directly to room 605. I can feel myself shaking as cold breeze were against my skin. I am facing the room, the receptionist gave me the key card as I stood there like a statue looking at the keycard, contemplating if I am doing the right thing. I was carrying my guitar on my back because I want to sing to her. I slowly tap the card as the door beeped. I slowly opened the door and there she was standing there with her hair tied and wearing a black hoodie and peached colored cargo pants. She grinned at me as I slowly entered the room. I am still shaking and now my heart is beating like crazy, all I can hear is white noise as I stared at her beautiful face.

I always loved how she tied her hair back and how her eyes sparkles every time she smiled at me. I have mixed emotion, excitement, nervousness with a hint of pain and happiness. Bittersweet you might say. I slowly walked towards her putting my guitar on the ground as she rushed and wrapped her arms around me. "Thank you for meeting me." She said as I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her. I sniff her hair, and it was the same smell always, flowery, and sweet, she always smelled good even though she does not wear perfume.

We pulled away from each other with tears on our eyes. I looked around and the room was big and beautiful with a balcony. She took my hand, and we went to the balcony and there was a table for two with candles, red wine, and steak. Romantic music was playing on the background. We sat across from each other as we ate our dinner and catching up. The awkwardness disappeared as we talked for hours about our life after we broke up.

"Congratulations, your summa cum laude, right?" I said with a hint of happiness. I was proud of what she had achieved.

"Thank you so much, I couldn't have done it without you, you always motivated me and never doubted me. You became my strength on tough times." She was sincere as she said that which made my heart flutter.

"I have news for you too, I signed a contract with this great music producer. I followed your advice and sent my demo to them which they loved." I can see her eyes widen with happiness as she jumped up from her seat. She rushed to my side and pulled me up hugging me tightly. "Congratulations!" She exclaimed as I swayed her around.

"Thank you. My first single is the song I wrote for you." We pulled away at each other as I wiped the tears on her eyes.

"You are my inspiration and forever will be, my muse." I whispered to her as she wiped my face drying my tears. We slowed dance there and there as I can feel my heart skip a beat trying to synchronize with hers.

We looked at each other's eyes and I love how it felt, how her eyes communicate with mine is like our very own language of love. I was in love for sure and looking into hers, she was as well. I ran my fingers on her hair removing her hair tie as she leaned to kiss me. I can feel our breathing, slow breathing as our lips moved, craving for each other. I gently removed her clothes as she sat on the foot of the bed, and I was on her lap, kissing her torridly.