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Three Years Later

He bought a house while she was gone. A week after she left him.

There thousands of rooms to fill, a twenty acre plot to explore, and a new life for him, Teresa, and their three-year-old daughter, Rosie.

Minho and Teresa had never gotten married, but remained Rosie's father and mother, Minho posing to be Teresa's lover even though he didn't even dare to think of her more than a thirty three-year-old woman that took everything away from him. He missed her. Lynn. Minho wanted her back in his embrace, bare body pressed tightly up against his after a night full of passion. That's what Teresa took away from him, that prized blonde beauty who was about to turn twenty nine, kissing an Irish lover in the green pastures of Ireland.

But him and Teresa shared a room, bed, occasional kisses that were meaningless to Minho, and took their daughter to the park a five minute walk away from the front door. The black haired woman thought he was in love with her, and boy was she wrong. So, so wrong.

Minho sat alone in a room filled with empty boxes of Lynn's clothes and old photo albums of him and Lynn, flicking through the pages as the humid summer air poured into the room by way of an open window; not caring about air conditioning at the moment. All that mattered was the years of memories that were stored in those photo albums, and some of them were quite good too.

His favorite had to be the one of Lynn perched in the window seat of their previous house, gazing out onto the busy streets of Glade City. Her long flaxen hair cascaded down her back, a shadowy outline of her toned body pointed out all the fuzzies on her sweater and the loose ends of her shorts, a cup of tea cradled in her hands. Lynn had been completely oblivious to Minho standing behind her with a camera, taking secret photos of her as she continued to daydream and gaze out the window.

Looking up from the photo albums, Minho leaned his head back to rest on the wall behind him, listening intently to the crickets of the nighttime. Dozens upon dozens of stray photos and dusty albums were scattered around him, reminding him of all the memories that they had shared since high school, stopping two weeks before she fled the country.

He wondered if she missed him, still loved him, wanted to run back and kiss him senseless. Minho couldn't help but think about his angel, it was just part of his everyday routine.

A whiny creak broke Minho out of his loving thoughts about Lynn, head snapping towards the door to see his daughter in the doorway; her tiny hands clutching a thin blanket and a teddy bear hooked under her arm.

"Daddy, I had a nightmare." She appeared to be so tentative and scared, black waves falling in front of her russet iris'.

Minho smiled gently, patting his lap as he set down the photo album he was holding. "Come here, sweetie."

Rosie clambered over to him, tiptoeing over the dozens of scattered photos and albums. She plopped down into Minho's lap and immediately took notice of the open photo album with the pictures of Lynn.

"Who's that pretty lady?" Pointing a fragile finger at the photo Minho had just been looking at, Rosie began to question who the blonde beauty in the pictures were; normal toddler behavior.

"Her?" Minho gently picked up the leather-bound book and placed it in his daughter's lap.

"Yeah, her." Rosie slipped the picture out of it's sleeve and held it in her tiny hands, leaving her teddy and blanket forgotten on the floor.

With a deep sigh, Minho answered the tikes question, peering over her nimble to shoulder to see the picture again. "She was a good friend of mine from a couple of years ago."

"What was her name?"

The loving smile Minho often had when he spoke of Lynn reappeared back onto his face after three full years of hiding. "Icelyn. But she preferred Lynn since it wasn't that much of a mouthful, and she had the prettiest amber eyes and blonde hair. She left before you were born though, but I know she would've loved you to pieces."

Placing a soft kiss to his daughter's hair, Rosie turned around in Minho's lap, the picture in hand as she laid her head on Minho's chest. "Did you love her more than Mommy?"

Minho's breath hitched in his throat. What could he say? Tell the truth or lie to his daughter?

"No, I-I loved her like a friend, sweetie. Not like how I love your Mom, that kind of love is different." Oh, what a lie it was! Minho still loved Lynn like he used too three years ago. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, make her beg for him unmercifully; aching for her touch. It was all that Minho wanted, just to breathe in her sweet aroma of vanilla and freshly plucked roses. Truly.

All Rosie did was nod, burying her head in Minho's chest. Her eyes were slowly fluttering closed, sleep resting heavily on her eyelids.

A new set of footsteps came into the room, a tired appearing Teresa standing in the doorway with a crocheted blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her tired eyes fell onto the dozens of photo albums on the floor. Minho watched as she drew her bottom lip between her teeth to restrict herself from saying anything crude. They were in their daughter's presence, saying anything about Lynn in a harsh manner wouldn't really be good.

Breathing in deeply, Teresa plastered a fake smile across her cheeks. She walked over to where Minho was seated beneath the window, her ankles cracking as she bent down to take the place next to him.

Not a word was exchanged between the two, waiting for when their daughter was fast asleep and dreaming peacefully to discuss the topic of the L-word.

Fiddling with a loose string on the flowery-smelling periwinkle sheets, Minho leaned his head back on the leather-bound headboard of him and Teresa's bed. Teresa closed the door behind her, crawling under the sheets next to Minho. With Rosie back off to sleep in her room, everything in the house was peaceful, like it always was.

"Why were you looking at those old photos?" Teresa inquired, breaking the calming silence between them. "The ones of Lynn?"

She laid her head on his bare chest as Lynn once had, trailing her fingers along his stomach. Minho drew in a deep breath, winding both his arms around Teresa's brittle ribcage.

"I forgot what she looked like…" Minho said.

Teresa turned her head to finally meet his gaze, narrowing her eyes. "Why would you need to remember what she looked like? She's gone, Minho. You have me and Rosie now, we should be all that matters."

He nodded, forcing a smile. "You're right Resa, I shouldn't be thinking about her. I doubt that she'll never even come back, but I just hope she's happy, wherever she is."

"Like I said," Teresa sat up, blue eyes softening upon Minho's face. "Don't worry about her, she means nothing to you now." She leaned forward and chastely pressed her lips against his, cradling his face in her pale hands.

'But what if I still love her?' Minho wanted to say. 'What if all I wanted in the world was to have her back in my arms and love her until no tomorrow?'

With all the time Minho spent kissing Teresa...all the more he wished it was Lynn.