Just as I was about to head out, Tae-Hyun suddenly hugged me from behind, his arms wrapped around my neck and his body pressed against mine.
The faint smell of the hospital lingered on him, but so was his natural scent. The one that always filled my room, my arms, my body...
His arms and body were hot, pressed against mine.
Why do I have to go through this now? I wondered, biting down on my lips.
Why was my departure suddenly becoming so dramatic despite all the normalcy in the last few days and weeks?
Why me?
"What are you doing?" I asked, fighting the urge to shed tears.
"I don't know." He said. "I don't know what our relationship is, but seeing your tears and every reaction towards me, I can tell it wasn't normal. You and I... We had a history."
A history, huh?
