Seoul. Night.

Metallic screech of the suitcase zipper echoing through the bedroom. For the past twenty minutes, she had been pacing frantically at the foot of the massive king-sized bed, trapped in state of denial. She watched paralyzed by building panic, as you pulled your shirts from the hangers, neatly folding the history of your relationship away into a black bag. Her long black hair was in tangled mess, falling in dark waves over her shoulders as she aggressively clutched the lapels of her dark burgundy silk robe. The expensive fabric was constantly slipping, exposing the black lace of her camisole and hyperventilating breaths attacking her chest. Her makeup was messed up too; thick dark streaks of mascara smudged tragically beneath her wide bloodshot eyes that were swimming in fresh wave of hot tears. She had tried yelling, she had tried throwing a glass against the wall, but your calmness in the face of her emotional explosion was breaking her mind.

Finally, as you reached for the framed photograph of the two of you sitting on the nightstand, something inside her snapped. With desperate sob, she launched herself across the bedroom, slamming her hands down directly over yours, pinning your fingers against the hard plastic of the suitcase. Her skin was hot and her body trembling as she pushed herself directly into your space, forcing you to look at her face.

"Stop...PLEASE, just stop it, you're not doing this, you're not actually leaving me!" she practically screamed, her voice cracking as a fresh tear spilled over her eyelashes and tracked through her messed up makeup. "I'll fix it, okay? I'll change, I won't be crazy, I won't be clingy, I'll do whatever you want! Just...put the bag away. Please...please...PLEASE, don't walk out that door."