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Almost a year later, Amelia stood at the edge of a new life, the crisp autumn breeze weaving through the bustling campus corridors of the university she had longed to attend. Her days were filled with lectures, art projects and the quiet hum of independence. But beneath the surface of her newfound routine, echoes of the past lingered like faint brushstrokes on a blank canvas.

Her small apartment bore the marks of her journey-a collection of sketches pinned to the walls, scattered books, and a photograph of the ocean at dusk tucked discretely on her nightstand. It was a picture she'd taken on an impulsive weekend trip, a quiet attempt at reclaiming pieces of herself. Yet, in the blurred reflection of the water, if one looked closely, a familiar silhouette stood beside her-Kook. Her and Kook would message sporadically, simple words threaded with unspoken truths. "Hope your classes are inspiring." "Saw a painting today. Made me think of you."

Kook's messages had become a beacon in her solitude, a silent testament to a love that hadn't been allowed to burn out completely. His words were sparse yet laden with meaning, hinting at the depth of his feelings without crossing the boundaries she'd drawn. They danced around their shared history, tiptoeing through the minefield of their emotions. Her replies were sprinkled with the hope that perhaps time had softened him, though she knew it was a futile wish. Yet, every time her phone buzzed with a new message from him, her heart skipped a beat, her stomach fluttered, and she was reminded that the love they shared was as potent as ever, even in silence.

As Amelia approached the corner, the scent of sizzling meat and the sound of laughter drew her attention to the outdoor patio of a nearby restaurant. She didn't recognize the place, but something about the atmosphere made her pause. Kook's eyes narrowed, searching the faces of the pedestrians passing by, when suddenly, they landed on hers. Amelia. He hadn't seen her in months, and yet, she was as vivid as if he'd seen her that morning. The smile on his face froze mid-laugh, the warmth of the evening chilling around him. His friends carried on their conversation, oblivious to the sudden tension coiling around Kook's heart. Dohwan also looked up and seen her form moving in front of them.

Kook's chair scraped against the pavement as he bolted from the table. Dohwan's hand reached out to stop him, but Kook shrugged it off, his gaze never leaving the spot where she'd been standing. "I need to go after her," he muttered, his voice thick with unshed emotion. his heart thumping like a drum in his chest. The cold air slapped him in the face as he broke into a run, his eyes locked on the retreating figure of Amelia. The world around him blurred into a haze of color and shadow, the only focus the sway of her hair as it vanished around the corner. Dohwan just watched from the table. He was finally at peace with the situation. He knew apart of him would always love Amelia, but he knew for his well being he had to let her go. 

Kook's footsteps grew louder, then faded away as he rushed past the alley. The moment she heard him disappear, Amelia pushed herself off the wall, her eyes flying open. She had to get away before he could find her. She turned to run in the opposite direction, but fate had other plans. As Amelia emerged from the alley, she caught a glimpse of Kook's broad back receding into the distance. She took a deep breath and started to run the other way, but her legs had barely carried her a few steps before she heard a sharp intake of breath. She knew that sound—it was Kook. "Amelia!" His voice was a commanding bellow that echoed through the narrow streets, making her freeze in her tracks. She felt his eyes on her before he even turned around.