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F I F T E E N

Suzy's mother watched on as Suzy attempted to call Hoseok one more time. In the past few hours since arriving at her mother's, Suzy had made numerous calls to his phone, all of which he had just let go to  voicemail.

Her mother prayed Hoseok was doing so just because he needed to cool off, because the change in her daughter since he had come into  her life was one that her mother welcomed. She really wasn't sure what it would do to Suzy if it all ended now.

With a heavy sigh, Suzy placed her cell phone back in her purse, giving her mother a slightly defeated smile as she looked over at her.

"He's switched it off now," she stated sadly, curling up in the armchair.

"Honey, I'm sure he's just taking some time to calm down, like you have. He'll wake up tomorrow and will see things so much more clearly."

Suzy just nodded, picking up her mug of tea from the side table and sipping  on it carefully. Her mother knew that nod and silence, it was one she had witnessed many times before over the years, and she had always just let it pass.

However, this time she wanted her daughter to stand up and  fight for what Suzy no doubt saw slipping from her grasp. Her mother was not about to stand by and allow her father to come between Suzy and Hoseok, who was without question the best thing that had ever happened to her  daughter.

"Suzy, don't you dare just sit there and let this slip  away from you. Hoseok is a wonderful young man, he's brought a glow to your cheeks I've never seen before and a brand new outlook on life."

"But mom-"

"No Suzy," she warned sternly. "I have only had the pleasure of seeing the pair of you together once, but that one time spoke volumes. I looked at you both, and in you I saw a young couple who are falling in love, and it's a love that I believe Hoseok has never felt and I know for certain you've never allowed yourself to experience."

She got up from her seat, kneeling in front of Suzy.

"Sweetie, I know that over the years I've always told you to go with what your heart feels is best, but I'm not sure I can sit back and watch you do that this time. If you can sit there and tell me that you don't love him, then that's fine, let him go..."

Suzy turned to look at her mother, her lips showing the slightest hint of a smile.

"I do, I really do," she whispered.

"Then you know what you need to do, even if you give him a couple more days to calm down. Just don't give up, you deserve to be happy, and Hoseok is the one that can bring you that happiness."

"Has anyone ever told you you're a marvellous woman?" Suzy asked, her smile a little more positive.

"Well, it has been mentioned from time to time," replied her mother, her eyes glinting mischievously.

"So which admirer did I prevent you from seeing tonight?" Suzy questioned, knowing full well her mother was meant to be out at some fancy  restaurant that evening.

"Some business tycoon, but that's ok, he's been making noises about meeting his family and as we all know, that's a sure fine way to make me run for the hills," Her mother stated, shuddering at the mere thought of settling down again.

Suzy laughed, loving her mother's attitude towards life. Suzy tried to stifle a yawn, failing miserably. Her mother took the mug from her hand and placed it  back on the table. Brushing a lock of hair away from her daughter's face, she smiled.

"Why don't you go to bed sweetie, and then in the morning we'll head out, a little bit of retail therapy,  help us shake off the blues. How does that sound?"

"What have you got to be blue about?" Suzy asked.

"The fact that my credit card hasn't been used in a while, it's just crying out to be abused!"

Suzy laughed, sitting forward, wrapping her arms around her mother.

"Don't ever change mom," she murmured as her mother returned the hug.

Suzy yawned once more, kissing her mother on the cheek before standing up.

"Night mom and thank you," she whispered.

"Goodnight sweetie, and if you need me, I'll be right across the hall," her mother assured her, watching Suzy climb the stairs.

Her mother walked over to the drinks cabinet, pouring herself a hefty vodka, mentally cursing her ex husband Wan-Young and his stubborness in refusing to grant Suzy the one thing she wanted. Throughout her childhood, he had constantly  belittled her, made her feel as though she never truly belonged, had told her that she wasn't worthy of the title she had been born with.

Yet he wouldn't let her go, constantly trying to find ways to make sure she  never forgot who she was. Her mother sighed, wishing there was something she  could do to make Wan-Young see sense and allow Suzy to live the life she  craved.

As she sat back in her chair, she glanced at the  telephone, wondering if it was worth a shot. She searched on the shelf  underneath the small table, finding what she was looking for. Holding the well worn phonebook in her hands for a moment, she looked up at  the wall clock, knowing that it wouldn't be too early to make a call.

Her hands shaking slightly, she flicked through the well thumbed pages  of the book, the number she needed easy to find. Taking a deep breath, she picked up the phone and began to dial, preparing herself to ask a favor of someone she hadn't laid eyes on in ten years.