Yuri accompanied Jessica for the last few days. Jessica fell ill after the confrontation and it got really bad that Yuri felt extremely guilty. She took good care of Jessica; stroking her hair and arms gently every night so that the poor girl could sleep comfortably.
                              Jessica was cuddling close to Yuri and wrapped Yuri’s left arm in her embrace. She looked like a little girl who was afraid that she might lose her toys if she didn’t hold on tightly. Yuri was her prized possession and it irked Yuri that she meant so much to Jessica. It would be difficult for Jessica to let her go and Yuri would be guilty for the rest of her life.
                              “Yuri, I love you.. don’t leave me..”
                              Jessica mumbled in her sleep and Yuri just stared blankly at her girlfriend’s face. She wiped the sweat off from Jessica’s wide forehead and leaned closer to kiss it. Jessica was still burning hot and Yuri got worried. She placed the cold towel over Jessica’s forehead.
                              “Get well soon, Sica. I don’t want you to get sick.”
                              Yuri’s tears fell as she kissed Jessica on her lips. Jessica pulled herself closer to Yuri. She muttered something but Yuri couldn’t hear properly. Yuri just kissed her cheeks and then hugged Jessica closer.
                              “I’m sorry, Jessica. My heart still wants Tiffany.”
                              Yuri whispered in her heart.
                              *
                              Yoona was holding Lincoln in her arms. The boy was sleeping on her shoulders. Yoona looked around as Tiffany’s in laws gathered at the church. Her brother in law was killed in an accident and she offered to follow Tiffany back to LA to attend his funeral. She turned to look at Tiffany who was practically staring at her ex husband’s photo; smiling at her.
                              Yoona knows that her sister loves her ex husband despite what he did. She must be devastated that he left without saying goodbye.
                              “Tiffany, do you want to see Andrew for the very last time?”
                              Her mother in law was holding Tiffany’s hands tightly as the lady nodded her head. She went over to the coffin and looked in. Her ex husband was sleeping and looking serene. Tiffany gently stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head.
                              “Goodbye Andrew. I promise you I’ll take good care of Lincoln. I’m sorry for everything that had happened, Andrew. Rest in peace, okay? I’ll miss you.”
                              A tear escaped from the corner of Tiffany’s eyes. She loved him but things had to happen and their marriage didn’t work. But that didn’t mean she doesn’t love him at all. She still loves him. It hurts to say goodbye but Tiffany knew she had to.
                              Yoona walked over to her side and pulled her sister closer. Tiffany cried on her chest as Yoona tried to console her. She kissed her sister’s forehead and occasionally stroke her arms gently.  She whispered softly in Tiffany’s ears and the older lady nodded her head. Yoona then pulled her gently back to her seat before sitting beside her. Lincoln was still sleeping peacefully.
                              “He’s watching you, Unnie.”
                              “I know he will.”
                              “You have to be strong. I’ll be by your side, unnie.”
                              “Thanks, Yoona.”
                              The funeral went smoothly and Tiffany was eager to return to Korea as soon as possible. LA has given her the best and also the worst of her memories and she didn’t want to relive them anymore. She decided to return a day later so that Lincoln can bond with his paternal grandparents.
                              Yoona was packing her clothes neatly into her luggage. She turned to find her sister in a daze. Yoona sighed before getting up to sit beside Tiffany. She pulled her older sister closer and hugged her tightly. Tiffany was tearing.
                                      
                                   
                                              
                                           
                                               
                                                  