"One last time, only one last time kiss me Jeon" he turned over With a small smile on the left side of his lips and a tear slipped down on the right side " You Make Me Begin pabo". Now we were in each others arms for the last time ? Is that our final kiss? To talk? To mourn together? We can smile at each other? What in the world have we done? Why do we want to consider the things that our fathers did? Hello reader's how are you all? I wish you all are safe in this pandemic. Thank you for reading my story ❤️. Don't forget to comment about every chapter. Let me know what you are thinking. Mess me if you have any ideas.