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⌗ not ready, set (to) go 𓂃꒱ ❪ date : 06.09.23 ❫
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A week later.
You were still devastated. You had no idea what to do now. Confess to him? Was that the only way to get over him?
No.
It was a way just to keep you thinking of him and grieving.
But what if you do confess?
At least he'll know that you once loved him, even if it hurt.
The night went by with you contemplating upon these thoughts.
The next morning, you woke up to see your dad helping your mom with all the packing.
Indeed it had been long since you'd seen him, but you only felt anxious upon seeing him. After all, he was the one taking you to Ilsan, away from your friends–this house and most importantly–him.
"Oh, Y/n? You're up?" the middle-aged man said with a smile.
You forcefully smiled too and bowed to greet him, "Good morning."
"Y/n, can you help us with this stuff? We're packing up just a bit today. We're leaving next week."
"Next week... as in?"
"Next Friday," your mom replied, engrossed in helping your dad pack up.
Next Friday? you thought. Today is Sunday, so we're leaving in just 5 days?
