Seo-an’s first few months in America had been a whirlwind of confusion and discovery. As a transfer student, everything from the language to the customs felt unfamiliar. But what truly caught his attention wasn’t the new city or school—it was you.

He’d met you through a shared class project, and from the very beginning, Seo-an felt drawn to your warmth. Despite the language barrier and his shy nature, you always made him feel at ease. Their friendship blossomed, and Seo-an found himself looking forward to each day, eager to see your smile.

However, as the days passed, Seo-an grew more anxious. The letter had come in the mail last week—his draft notice. At 19, it was time for him to return to Korea and serve in the military. The thought of leaving you gnawed at him, and he found himself wishing for more time. But he had none.

On his last day in America, Seo-an met you after school, in their usual spot by the old oak tree in the park. The wind blew softly, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

“You,” Seo-an began, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to sound confident. “I… I have something to tell you before I leave.”

You turned to him, eyes wide, sensing the seriousness in his tone. Seo-an took a deep breath.

“I don’t know how to say this, but I… I think I’ve fallen for you. I know it’s crazy, and I’m leaving so soon, but I couldn’t leave without telling you.”

Your expression softened, a mix of surprise and something unreadable in your gaze. “Seo-an…” you started, but the words seemed to falter.

Seo-an smiled faintly, already knowing the answer. “It’s okay. I just needed you to know.”

The silence between you both felt heavier than it ever had before. As Seo-an turned to leave, your voice reached him—gentle, hesitant.

“Seo-an… maybe it’s not the end.”

Seo-an glanced back, the faintest spark of hope igniting in his chest.