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three

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Later that evening, she settled onto her couch, the comforting weight of her favourite book beside her.

She hadn't been able to shake the memories of the day and her connection with him.

It had been the first time in six years that she hadn't thought of her sister.

It had felt clear, peaceful—what calmness had truly felt like. She smiled and picked up her phone to open their text conversation.

Saturday 5:04 pm

her: is this yunho?

him: this must be Mi-cha

her: hi

him: hi

him: when are we catching up next?

her: whenever! what would we do

him: i was thinking about that painting we saw that reminded you of the park.

him: i'd love to hear more about your sister and your memories there

him: but only if you're up for it!

her: id be happy to share, maybe we can meet at the park again?

him: the park where you were sat at the tree?

her: stalker much

him: youre the one that follows me

her: im not following you!

her: i swear its just coincidence!

him: relax!

him: i know it is but you panicking aint helping your case

her: you're so right

her: my bad

him: anyway, i'm happy to do the park

him: tomorrow?

her: i've got nothing better to do :)

him: 2?

her: perfect, i'll see you then

him: see you then, stalker

her: :(

Mi-cha paced a bit with excitement and nerves before she sat in her room, the sunlight streamed through the windows with a golden hue. She glanced at a framed picture of her late sister on her desk, a bittersweet smile spread across her face.

"Okay, Mi-young," she said her sister's name as if her sister had been right there with her.

"Tomorrow's going to be the first day I talk about you," She picked up the frame, ran her fingers over the glass, and recalled fond memories of their talks about crushes and first dates.

As she talked, Mi-cha shared her excitement about meeting up with the guy from the park, the train station, and the bookstore, and began talking about outfits.

"I wish you were here to help me pick out the perfect outfit," she laughed lightly. "You would have so many ideas." She reflected on how Mi-young had always given her the best advice. Being the big sister and all, it had kind of been her job and responsibility.

"I just hope I can be as confident as you would have been," Mi-cha confided. "You always knew how to light up a room... and I would always dim it."