Wherever You Are

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Y/n's POV:

Soon, we arrived at our next stop which is the park that we used to go to a lot. Sana was so excited that as soon as I parked, she didn't even wait for me to open the door for her. She just ran out of the car and stood in awe as she looks at the leaves of the trees, only letting through light glimpses of the sun's heat, giving us a perfect and beautiful place to have fun and talk. I took the foods and went out of the car. "Y/n! OMG! We're here again!!" she squealed in excitement as she saw me walking towards her. "I know right? This is the first time I came here again," I said. "How come? I thought this was your favorite place?" she asked, then I looked around and sighed.

"This place became my favorite because every time I came here, you were with me," I said, then she looked down, looking as if she was sad. "Hey, why the mood change?" I asked, then I walked towards her and lifted her head up to look at me. "If I didn't leave, then might've had a lot of fun here," she said, but, "You're wrong," was what came out of my lips. She looked surprised when I said that. "I mean, of course we would've had a lot of fun times here, but you're here now, right? We're having fun. So, don't bring up what could've happened. Let's make new memories here. Let make this day just as fun as the past," I added.

She smiled and nodded. "Now that's the smile that I'm looking for!" I said, then I pinched her cheeks softly. "Now, let's eat," I added, then I opened the paper bag and gave her what she ordered earlier, then I took mine right after that. "Let's have a seat over there," Sana said, pointing at a log on the ground lain on the ground, then we both sat on it and began eating while looking around just in silence, listening to the whistling of the birds up in the rustling leaves of the trees. It's still just as beautiful as before. The only ones that changed are the two of us. We changed, but we changed into better versions of ourselves.

I looked at her as she peacefully ate while looking far, observing the nature around us. I suddenly wonder if she hadn't come back for me after 7 years. If she just forgot about me while she's there in Korea. Where would I be now? It's really hard to think about, and it makes it hard for me to breathe just thinking about her forgetting about me. "I'm so glad you came back," I said out of nowhere, making her swallow her food suddenly. She took a sip from her drink, then she looked at me and said, "Of course I'll be back. Even amnesia won't be able to make me forget you."

"After all those years, how come you were strong enough to hold on to me and wait?" I asked, then she smiled and answered, "Because I love you, and I just had to take the risk of waiting for too long just to be with you in the end," then I smiled back at her. Man, she really did wait. "Wow. I'm out of words," I said, then I looked at the trees ahead of us and added, "You were always the girl of my dreams. Ever since the day I met you. You've always completed my days and nights, until you finally completed my life. But then I became incomplete when you've gone and I thought you chose leave me on the shelf without even saying goodbye."

With that, tears fell from my eyes. I know it wasn't necessary to cry, but I couldn't stop myself because I was just too afraid and as I remembered that fear, I cried. I remembered how I cried myself to sleep at night trying desperately to remove Sana from my mind for even just a day. I tried saving myself from dying each and every day because of the drastic changes in my life. I don't want her to see me crying because I know she'd also cry, but I just can't stop. She tried to comfort me with a hug, but even if it helps, I feel like I needed to let it out.

I felt like it was my turn to let her know how hard it was for me to be left behind. To be left alone. To be suddenly abandoned by the person I love most without even having the chance to hold her in my arms just before she left. Now it was my turn to cover my face with her shoulder and cry my heart out. It was my turn to shout all of the pain and muffle it with her chest. It was my turn to wrap my arms tightly around her and grip onto her clothes. She doesn't know what to do. But with all honesty, that was fine because I just need her to hold me in her arms and listen to my cries.