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Chapter 62: Another New Beginning

Ran Young's POV

"Maybe it was for the better, for him alone or probably everyone else," this is what I repeat to myself all these years, yet it still doesn't put my heart at ease

Not a single note, no proper goodbyes— Kris left without an utter of a word. It's like he vanished from thin air.

If you are to ask me if it hurt— of course, it did. But I had to stay strong for the kids and the boys. I, as a mom, couldn't bear to let them go. They aren't kids I wanted to use as bait to make Kris stay; they're our dreams, Kris and I's. Now, even though he's gone, at least I have them to hold on to.

Since he left, a lot has changed. After losing him, we lost Luhan and Tao. Every day the challenges kept coming, and every day I have to reassure the kids, both Ae Yoon and Ace, that they're not going to lose another one of their appas— not anymore.

However, a few months after Luhan and Tao's withdrawal, we received news from them. The missing piece of the story that made all this acceptable and real.

Mrs. Wu, Kris' mom, died six years ago. I'm assuming that this is the reason why he took off. His mom's death probably sent him to rock bottom, leaving him to forget the world and never look back.

The death of his mom also gave me the answer as to why our most awaited marriage never happened. We were arranged to be married so that he can fulfill his mom's wishes. Though it makes me wonder why he didn't grant it— we could've been happy— I don't know. Maybe it's merely because he didn't love me, or he felt like I didn't love him enough.

Our situation before he left was too complicated; that's why I can't help thinking that possibly, everything didn't fall into place because of me. But what do I know?

I just really hope he's doing fine, wherever he is. I hate that sometimes I don't think about him anymore, nor do I miss him. I fear every second as I lay in bed and not look back like he did. I guess those six years that fled by was sufficient enough to heal my wounds.

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3rd Person

Months following her fiance's disappearance, the days turned harsh, and the nights were the worse. She's been cruel to herself; she lost a lot of sleep, appetite, and mostly, herself.

For the boys, it was the same. However, they have to conceal everything, as they were bound to show a smile and face the crowd as if nothing happened.

They feel awful for having to leave Young and the kids after such a devastating event, but they had to move on as a team and pick up where they left. It was torture, but hey, life goes on.

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It's a quiet night, the kids are already asleep, and Young finally had the time for herself.

She steps out on the balcony, with her hands wrapped around a warm cup of coffee. She decided to sit there for a while, catch a breath maybe.

As she looks to a far distance, she saw the lights of the city. Then she took a deep breath, and as she looked up, she witnessed stars sparkling. The clouds were hazy, but it was perfect. And this time she smiled, thinking, "Wow, I survived again—"

Young held her thought when somebody spoke out of the blue, "You're alive." A guy with a deep voice said. Young felt shivers down to her spine; she quickly turns her head to see who it is; tears came running down to her face.

Without another word to spare, the unexpected visitor came running to hug her. And Young, on the other hand, with all her disbelief, lead her to hit the guy on the chest while he was hugging her. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?" She said with her voice shaking.