Limann went back to Korea. I know everything that happened yet I have to pretend I don't know.
"Eomma..."
"Why? Why are you like that?"
"Eomma..."
"Wae?"
"Eomma..."
"Gwaenchana...if you don't want to tell, it's okay...Tell me when you're ready."
"Eomma..."
I am about to cry so I left him at the sala.
"Eomma...I too...is hurting a lot..." he said in slow voice but I heard him. I rushed going to the kitchen and really I was not able to hold back my tears from falling.
I felt pity. I wanted to use my money to kidnap Kozi but I can't. I wanted to kidnap Finn and put him to a place he don't know but I can't.
At the end, I have to convince Limann to be strong.
"Adeul, I may not know what you're going through but please be strong. I know you could handle yourself no matter how tough it is."
"Eomma..."
"I called a driver, go back to Seoul."
"Eomma..."
"Ka, ka..."
I sent Limann go, because I know he has to cry.
I know he has to be alone. He has to cry a lot to let go how hurt he is.
I can't sleep that night. All I want to do is to watch my pictures with Finn. I still love him. I love him more than before even if he can't love me.
But what can I do? He's getting married and he will have his own family. No matter how I want to stop him, yet I am powerless.
I don't have any right to stop him. I don't have even just a spark of right to stop him. I can't stop him. And the only thing that I can do is to cry...cry ... and cry over and over again.
I went to Seoul to make sure Limann is okay.
"Eomma," he said jut when he opened the door.
"Get up, go to work. Get busy. Get busy until you are the busiest."
"Eomma..."
"Go."
"Komawo eomma."
I smiled and gestured he can do it.
He smiled in return.
Seeing him going to work is like telling me to be tough as well.
...
Going downstairs from his condo, I met a young lady.
"Ahjumma."
I ignored her but then she called me again.
"Ahjumma."
"Are you talking to me?"
"Why do you keep coming back here?"
"Me?"
"Ne ahjumma."
"Why, am I not allowed to come here?"
"How do you know the lawyer upstairs?"
"You know him too?"
"Ahjumma, 3 years, I've been here for three years and I usually talk to him but he's too quiet."
"What do you mean?"
"Who are you?"
"Na, Byeonhuisa eomma."

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Today and Tomorrow
General FictionPower. Money. Career. I can't give up, yet I'm in love this time. What will I do? Shall I just keep loving him? Shall I escape to be free from hurting?