Daehyun was silent for a moment after hearing my answer. Staring blankly at the floor, he muttered lightly, "This is your last chance, you know. You should know that ...."

Frowning, I asked in a low voice, "Then, what?"

Daehyun turned his head at me with an unpredictable gaze. He asked in a cold tone, "Why don't you come back to him if you end up wanting to run away from me secretly? Is this how you left him?"

Hearing that question, I immediately lost the words on my tongue. I lowered my gaze and fell silent without a word that could be spoken by my frozen lips.

Daehyun muttered softly again, "You guys should solve your problem. You know, it's your chance to fix everything ...."

Hearing his words, I was stunned before revealing, "I want to go back to him and start a new relationship with him once again. But, I can't ... I'm afraid ... I'm afraid that he will betray me again."

Smiling bitterly, I continued, "After all, we did fix everything. He leaves and I'm not coming back either to him ... that's the decision."

"Then, why do you want to leave again? You've decided this, right? So, stay with me," Daehyun said.

I was about to answer. However, as soon as I opened my mouth, there was only a heavy sigh that sounded pathetic.

Since I couldn't give any answer, I was about to show a smile but I couldn't. The more I drew a line on my lips upwards, the more scratches would appear in my heart.

For a moment I was silent after hearing Daehyun's question. Until a thought made me ask again, "But, Daehyun, has Donghwa been looking for me all this time?"

He paused for a moment, then answered honestly without covering up anything. His sentence sounded so confident, "Right. He even wanted to see you, but I never let him — I'm sorry. If he told you about it, then that's right."

"Hmm ...." I couldn't blame him other than to straighten out what I meant, "I don't mind if you do that either. I just want to hear it from you directly."

Sighing lethargically, I asked again in a weak voice, "Then, is it true that you told Donghwa about my condition?"

As soon as Daehyun heard the question, he froze instantly. He stared at me before he lowered his gaze a little, then answered calmly, "Yes. At that time, I was really annoyed with him and accidentally said that — sorry."

Daehyun was indeed an honest person. It kept people who were angry with him couldn't scold him for too long. Like now, I actually didn't want to accept any excuses from him, but because of his honesty, I forgave him.

I shifted my eyes towards the ceiling of the room and drifted into silence, thinking about many things in my head. Hearing Daehyun spoke honestly like this, I smiled gently.

In the silence of us, I suddenly thought of something, so I asked for the upteenth time, "Do you think my decision is the right thing?"

Before answering, Daehyun was heard sighed heavily. "Chunghee, look, whatever the decision is, if you think it through without a hitch from your other feelings, that decision will always be the right thing. If you decide this with all your heart, then everything will be fine. Don't worry."

The answer took my breath away. It sounded accurate that a well-thought-out decision could never go wrong.

Without a hitch from your other feelings ...

As usual, Daehyun was very good at telling the truth. A person who knew everything like him always knew someone's heart. Nothing could run from it. No matter how good he was at hiding his feelings, Daehyun could still read it by what he saw on the person's face.

Perhaps, he was a person with strong instincts.

Of course, as soon as I heard the answer, I immediately realized that I was making my decision with a lot of argument inside myself and until now, I didn't know for sure whether this was the right choice or even plunging me into the wounds that got even worse than this.

Without realizing it, I shed tears. I wiped my tears repeatedly, but it incessantly ran down my face as the pain in my heart swelled even more like it was about to burst my chest.

I cried silently. As these wounds inside were so painful, I couldn't even show any expression of pain on my face.

Seeing me sobbing, Daehyun held my hand. He tried to cheer him up by the words, "You've done your best — good job." He paused for a moment, groping his jacket pocket, and taking out some colorful candy He handed me the candy while saying, "And, as a gift, I have much candy for you. A kid gave this to me when I was waiting for you to talk to him. It tastes sweet ... just like you." There was a smile at the end of his words.

I looked at the candy in Daehyun's hand and smiled gently. Seeing the bright colors of the candy, I felt better right now. I reached out and grabbed one candy, then ate it.

The sweetness in this candy made me almost cry. It's not out of pain, but I just felt touched. After tasting a lot of bitterness lately, I almost forgot how sweet this sweetness was on my tongue.

"How does it taste? Good?" Daehyun asked in a cheerful tone.

I smiled and nodded in agreement. "It's sweet. I like it."

Daehyun smiled broadly, he put the candy on my lap and replied eagerly, "Then, eat them all. I don't really like such sweet foods."

I just kept smiling while chewing the candy in my mouth slowly.

After this conversation, there was a long pause filling our conversation with a void for a few moments before finally Daehyun spoke, saying what he might have wanted to say.

"Chunghee, I'm going to take you to France."

As soon as I heard that statement, I froze instantly. I felt the sweet taste on my tongue suddenly become bland and gradually tasted so bitter as if I was going to vomit it up. I shifted my gaze towards him, and frowned, showing how shocked I was to hear those words in silence.

It seemed like he knew what I was going to ask, so he immediately explained, "You've decided to leave him, haven't you? So, I will take you away with me. You will continue your medical treatment there. But, before that ..."

Before Daehyun could finish his words, I immediately cut off his sentence, "Wait, why are you so sudden saying this?"

Daehyun smiled gently, showing a calm face. "It doesn't matter, right?" He held my hand before revealing, "I'll take care of all your needs, but ...."

He paused as if he was thinking about something in a daze before continuing his words, "But, all of that requires your completing documents."

"Heh, drop it." I lowered my gaze a little before replying, " I left them in the apartment."

"...."

Lifting my gaze, I asked in surprise, "But, why do we have to go there?"

"I ... I can't stay here too long—"

Before Daehyun finished his sentence, I interrupted, "Don't you want to get married soon? Do you want to run away and take me with you?"

"No! Who said that?" Daehyun emphasized, "I have a business there that I have to take care of."

I smiled without saying anything. After all, forcing him to admit it was just useless.

Sighing, he said, "Alright. I'll take care of everything so that your documents can be finished as soon as possible and after that, we can go abroad. I'll work on it."

I had not given any response yet. I felt unsettled by that one-sided decision.

Daehyun said again, "And tomorrow, we will go to Busan to check your condition. If the doctor says you have to do the surgery this week, then you have to comply. For further treatment, you can do it in France."

I smiled mockingly after hearing that statement.

"It's useless. I'm going to die."

"Don't give up!" Daehyun almost yelled. He said irritably, "How do you know that? You never know that! Don't make stupid excuses because I won't listen to them again. You get it?"

I stared at him silently before briefly answering. "Heh, okay."

There's nothing I could say other than agreeing with a heavy heart.

"Fine. Then you agreed to go to the hospital tomorrow, right?"

"Okay."

"Good. I want you to listen to what I said like this."

"Okay."

Because he only got the word "okay", Daehyun's face turned cold. He glared at me, then said in a cold tone, "I'm serious."

"Okay."

Daehyun took a deep breath, he looked at me for a moment before he stood up and said, "Okay. I have some business for a while, so I have to go first. I'll be back soon."

After he said that, he immediately walked out.

I took a deep breath, thinking about taking a short nap.

I laid down, staring at the ceiling, imagining something crumbling in my mind. Everything looked messy and couldn't be put back together as before. Until I unconsciously fell asleep and woke up in the afternoon, everything was still the same — broken up — leaving nothing — even when night fell, it was longer than tonight.

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