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"Fuck." Jeongyeon winced after the injection. "Alright, our therapy for today is done. Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Yoo" The doctor declared. She bows and went off.

The city was new to her, though, and that's why she has a driver to make sure she doesn't get lost.

"Min-oppa, you know the city, right?" She asked her driver. "Yes, Ms. Yoo. Why'd you asked?" She smiled at him. "Can you take me somewhere I can think? Like a hill or a field that is quiet?" Mr. Min chuckled, "I know a place, Ma'am." He took the next left turn.

"We're here, Ms. Yoo." She bowed at him. "Thank you, Min-oppa, I'll just be out in a couple of minutes." He ruffled her hair. "Please, take your time." She went out and walked farther away from the car.

She observes as the sun goes down, she was awed by the beauty it holds.

As the sun sets, a new morning is rising for you.

She chuckled. Things would have been different if she said it to her earlier, if she didn't hid it.

I wouldn't be here if I said it.

She sighed. Even if ten months had already passed since she left South Korea for medication, she still blames herself a little. It still haunts her, because after what happened to her first, happened again to her second.

When you think of it, though, it is kinda traumatizing.

She sat peacefully, admiring the beauty of the sunset.

It would have been more beautiful if you were here.

She still loves her, but she chose to leave and heal for herself first. She was becoming so unhealthy, and she doesn't want her to be like that, too.

I don't know if I made the right decision, but I think it's better off this way.

She had a flashback, on how Momo clings to Sana as they sleep. It hurts her, but what hurts her the most, is that she didn't kept her promise. Her promise that it was only her. Only Jeongyeon.

Maybe we weren't meant to be with each other forever.

She stood up, going back to the car.

"Min-oppa, home, please." He nodded. They went off and went back home.

Where's my home, really?

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