"Hanna?", Yoseob said, his eyes brimming with tears of joy. He looked up from where he had been sitting on the airport bench, hardly believing what he saw. He had been waiting there for an entire week, hoping every time a plane landed from Toronto that she would be on it. He stood up quickly, a sobered smile crossing his face.
Yoseob stood tentatively, not knowing what to say. He looked at the girl in front of him, who's sad eyes he could not comprehend. Wordlessly, he crossed the floor in quick paces, pulling Hanna towards him in a tight hug. Tears were spilling freely from his eyes, which were sealed shut as he gripped her like a lifeline. "Please..." he said, voice cracked and choking, "Don't ever leave me again"
Hanna's eye were tortured and conflicted. Her heart told her to stay, to never leave his side again. But she had a life back in Canada, everything she knew was thousands of miles away. She couldn't answer him, it was too painful. Yoseob was quiet as he held her, his face buried in her hair. Hanna's arms were limp at her sides at first, then she rose them to bring him closer.
After what seemed like an eternity, Yoseob pulled slightly away, resting his forehead on hers. He gave her a weak, watery smile, then let her go. Taking her hand, he lead her from the building, Hanna still not saying a word. Her smile was torn, all she could think about was the decision she knew she would have to make. They exited the terminal, Yoseob hailing a cab with a quick whistle; Hanna clutching his hand tightly in hers. She didn't cry, but she watched him as his happiness at having her back only grew. He gently helped her into a cab as it pulled over, never one releasing his grip. He would never let her go again.
It was when the cab started moving that Hanna spoke for the first time. "Yoseob..." she said, turning to him with a dejected look. The grin on his face from her saying his name was incredible, it seemed to have instantly filled him with an incomparable glee. "I can only stay for a week" she told him, watching the grin slide off his face as quickly as it had come. He cleared his throat, turning to look down at his lap and thought for a moment. "I'll have to make the best of the week then..." he told her, plastering on a fake smile.
