farewell

**MIN HAI**:

*In his mind: Why does everything feel so eerily familiar? If she is the same girl, why can't she recognize me? I've poured my heart out to her, yet she remains oblivious. But I can't confront her; I lack proof. Let's try to sleep, Min. Whatever happens, let's wait.*

He turns toward her, captivated by her beauty. Her fair skin, soft pink lips, and closed eyes resemble delicate flower petals. His hand reaches out, gently caressing her cheek. Thoughts swirl in his mind:

*In his mind: Until yesterday, I didn't even know you existed. But now, I don't want to let you go. Perhaps fate has brought us together. I hope you're the girl I've been searching for. I'll treat you like a princess, and I'll do my best to win your heart. Good night, my princess.*

He closes his eyes, drifting into the realm of dreams.

**MIN HAI**:

He woke to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, his gaze drawn to the girl lying beside him. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the new day. For a moment, she seemed lost, as if still caught in the threads of a dream. But then her lips curved into a small smile—a smile that sent ripples through Min's chest.

"Good morning, angel," he whispered, his voice a tender murmur. The words slipped out effortlessly, as if they'd been etched into his soul long before this moment.

She mumbled back, her voice still heavy with sleep. "Mmm, morning, Minu baby." And then, unexpectedly, she hugged him—tight, as if seeking refuge. Her face buried against his chest, and Min's heart raced. What sorcery was this?

He held her, bewildered and exhilarated. Her scent—warm and familiar—wrapped around him. It was no dream; she was real. The girl he'd met just yesterday, the one who haunted his thoughts, now lay in his arms.

"Hey," he managed to say, his voice unsteady. "A... angel."

She stirred, her eyes half-closed. "Mmm, let me sleep like this," she murmured, "or you'll vanish when I wake up. Let me feel you."

Her words struck him like lightning. How could she know? How could she sense the connection that defied reason? Min's mind raced, memories of their chance encounter flooding back. He'd told her everything—the stories, the longing, the inexplicable pull—and yet, here she was, nestled against him.

But then reality crashed in. She sat up abruptly, panic in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Min Hai," she stammered. "Don't get me wrong. I was just sleepy."

He chuckled, unable to contain it. "It's okay, angel," he said. "You've already invaded my dreams; why not my room too?"

She blushed, and he found it endearing. "I'll just freshen up," she declared, darting toward the bathroom. The door closed behind her, leaving Min alone with his racing thoughts.

He shook his head, bemused. What had he stumbled into? Fate, coincidence, or something more profound? He'd vowed to find her, to unravel the mystery. And now, here she was—his angel, his enigma.

As he stepped into the next room, the scent of coffee greeted him. She'd prepared breakfast—a simple act of intimacy that left him both grateful and bewildered. Min Hai, the man who believed in logic and evidence, now stood on the precipice of something inexplicable.

And so, the story continued—a dance of hearts, secrets, and the fragile thread that bound them. Min would savor each moment, chase every clue, and hold onto this newfound magic. For sometimes, love arrived unannounced, knocking on the door of a dreamer's heart.

Min, you don't have to do this. Aunt Arina will be here, and she'll make sure you're my guest, angel. (She smiled.) I'd love to do that for you. And I want to ask you something.

"Yeah, say," she took a cup of coffee and faced him, "did you sleep well last night? Is it because of me?" He answered, "Yes, I really slept well, just like that day. Thank you so much, angel. I'll consult my doctor about this and ask him what to do next."

She silently listened, and after having breakfast, she said, "Hey, Min, I should go. I have to attend my classes and prepare for the upcoming competition. I'll meet you when you need me. Call me and tell me what the doctor says." She took her bag and was about to leave.

"Wait, let me drop you. I have to go to practice, and I'll contact you after a week. I'm leaving the country for a performance in L.A. I'll meet you after coming back, okay? And thank you so much for your help. I'll treat you to a meal when I return."

Her expression changed to a sad one when she realized they wouldn't meet now. Who knows if they'll meet in the future? She thought, "Okay, it's okay. Best of luck. I'll wait for you. Let's go, or I'll be late for my classes."

And so they left...