Sitting at the airport, Gabriella couldn't help but feel a strange mix of anticipation and unease.
The flickering announcement board and hum of conversations around her faded as she became lost in thought. The weight of her decision to leave Seoul pressed down on her chest, but she had convinced herself it was for the best.
Just then, a young boy dashed toward her, thrusting a white envelope and a small box into her hand before running off as though his life depended on it.
"Wait! Who—" she barely managed to say before the boy disappeared into the crowd.
Startled, she stared at the envelope. Opening it cautiously, a small bar of chocolate tumbled onto her lap. Her fingers trembled as she unfolded the note inside.
"Have a safe and sweet journey!
Till we meet again, Mi amor ❤️"
Her heart skipped a beat. She read the words again and again, each repetition sending a jolt of emotion through her.
"Who is it?" she whispered to herself, shivering slightly at the possibility of a stalker. She scanned the bustling crowd but saw no one suspicious.
She then shifted her eyes back to the note, and something about the note tugged at her memory.
Handwriting.
It was so familiar, too familiar to ignore.
Only one person came to her mind, and the thought made her sigh.
"But I didn't tell anyone I was leaving today," she murmured under her breath.
"How did he know?" She was wondering.
Before she could think any further, the voice over the intercom announced her flight for boarding. The train of her thoughts shattered, leaving her with a flood of unanswered questions.
With a heavy heart, she stood and walked toward the gate, glancing over her shoulder one last time in hopes of seeing any familiar face. But all she saw was a sea of strangers.
...
Settling into her seat on the plane, she tucked the note, chocolate and box safely into her bag not really opening the box, even she didn't know why
She then put her head back of the seat and closed her eyes for some rest or maybe to sleep but her thoughts remained restless and sleep was no where to be found.
Staring out the window as the plane lifted into the clouds, she wondered if she had made the right choice by leaving or will she lose something she didn't realize was hers, at the moment? She couldn't help her thoughts drifting back.
She stayed like that for a long time, not realizing it but she was helpless.
Reaching into her bag, she pulled out the her diary and pen with the thought of writing down whatever she had witnessed but absentmindedly pulled out the note again alongwith the box curiosity peaked up.
"What could be in this box?" She opened it with curiosity.
Upon opening the box, a small slip of paper she hadn't noticed fell into her lap. She looked down and unfolding it, her breath hitched as she read the second note. But it was the final line that blurred her vision with the weight of emotion.
"I'll be waiting for you!
See you soon, Señorita ❤️"
~Don't take too long, waiting feels like forever."
Her chest tightened with emotions swirling up mixed with hope and sadness. Regret settled deep within her, a constant reminder of what she'd left behind, something that had once felt so undeniably hers.
Even though a part of her longed to stay, she wasn't able to find any courage to do so.
There was a silver pendant with a unique style, it was so beautiful that she looked at it for a moment, before caressing it with her finger as she was feeling it. Her eyes were now ready to spill.
She couldn't help but wonder: Had she made the right choice by leaving, or was she on the verge of losing something she had no idea about? "

.....
She wanted to go back but the thought of going back clenched her heart whatever she witness, the only thought of leaving sounds good.
The only hope she had at that time was him, to wait for her, just as he said he would.
She sighed heavily, putting the note in her diary still holding the pendant he had given her as a departing gift or a memory of him even she had no idea about.
Closing her eyes afterwards, she held it close, whispering to herself,
"Maybe, some stories aren't meant to end like this, not until the right moment."
"I don't know when, I don't know where, but let's meet again, somewhere, someday, never to part again," she hummed to herself, her heart aching with a longing that refused to fade.
And for the first time, she allowed herself to hold onto a fragile hope, a hope despite the distance and everything keeping them apart, they could find their way back to each other.
She whispered softly, as if the words could somehow reach him,
" Let's meet again, Mike ✨."