It was all I could ask for. I knew that if someone came along that he was attracted to, and it was meant to happen, it would. But I didn't want him to feel guilty about it. I wanted him to know that it was okay for him to love again, and that I only wanted him to be happy, even if it was with someone else.

•°•♡•°•

We got up the next morning excited for the festival. Soo Ah was all smiles, and I helped her get her feet into her pants so she could pull them up. Once she was all dressed, we made our way downstairs, and she sat on the couch so I could put her shoes on her.

She had given up trying to do that months ago, claiming that if she bent over that far, she would fall on her head. As I tied the shoelaces, she slid her hand into my hair, ruffling it playfully.

"I love how long your hair has gotten. I think you should keep it like this, it looks really good."

I glanced up at her, one corner of my mouth curving up. 

"Yeah? You like it like this?"

She nodded. "It makes you look sexy."

I chuckled. "I thought I always looked sexy."

She quirked her head to one side, frowning thoughtfully.

"Yeah, you do. Even the nurses at Dr. Hans office have noticed. It seems they always fight to be the one to call us back."

I raised a brow at her, this being the first time I'd heard her say anything about this, and I wasn't sure I knew what she was talking about. I hadn't noticed any difference from the first time I'd been there with her back at the end of November.

"I think you're imagining things. The nurses are all very nice at Dr. Han's office."

She snorted.

"Of course they are, you're one of the few husbands who come in with their pregnant wives, and you're definitely the hottest one. I'd bet my left booby they have all fantasized about getting you into bed."

I made a half surprised half amused face at her.

"Firstly, thank you. Secondly, no betting the boobies, I happen to be rather fond of them, and I'm not sharing."

She giggled, but then her expression turned thoughtful.

"But seriously Taehyung, I think  most of them, if not all of them, are single, and a couple of them are really cute, and sweet."

I looked at her, narrowing my eyes, seeing her avert her gaze from mine.

"Where is this conversation going? Because if it's going where I think it is..."

"They all know that I'm just waiting to die Tae," she murmured, "maybe you should get a phone number or two-"

I walked away from her abruptly, going out the front door and slamming it behind me. I couldn't believe she was suggesting that. She knew how I felt about her suggestion to find someone else after she was gone. I wouldn't be looking. Ever. 

I stuck my hands in my pockets and took a few deep breaths, watching the clouds float across the sky. I shouldn't have let her comment bother me so much. I knew what she wanted, and I knew her intentions were nothing but good. 

She didn't want me to be lonely. I could hardly be upset with her for that. But I wouldn't be lonely. I'd have a baby keeping me busy. I wouldn't have time for dating, even if at some point I decided I wanted to. But I knew I wouldn't.

I shouldn't have stormed out. I'd been doing good, not letting it get to me that the time she had left here with me was coming to an end, and in reality, I knew she could go at any time. It was April 3rd, so it had been a year since she found out she had a year left. Maybe not exactly, but she had said the beginning of April. 

I'd stopped thinking about it, because when I did, I just couldn't function at all. It took over everything, and made it impossible for me to do even the simplest things. It made it hard to breathe, hard to sleep, hard to be awake, hard to move. All I wanted to do was freeze time, and stay here like this forever. At least I'd have her with me.

I took another deep breath, and turned to go back inside and apologize for walking away. As I stepped through the door, she looked up at me, her expression one of dysphoria. 

"I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry..."

We both spoke at once, and when our eyes met, I could see the tears shining in hers. I walked to her, sitting next to her, and taking one of her hands in mine.

"I'm sorry Soo Ah, I shouldn't have walked away. But you know how I feel about that."

Her eyes lowered, then came back up to meet mine again.

"I know. I shouldn't have said what I did. Honestly, I don't want you to ever love anyone else. I just hate the thought of you being lonely."

I tried to smile, but at the moment, I didn't have it in me.

"I won't be lonely, I'll have a baby to take care of. A baby that will grow into a child, and need care for the next 18 years, at least."

"That's not the only kind of lonely there is..."

I squeezed her hand, closing my eyes and shaking my head, not wanting to think about what she was referring to.

"Soo Ah, I am never going to love anyone else, or want anyone else, or need anyone else, the way I love and want and need you. If I never touch another woman for the rest of my life, I'll be okay. You are enough, you have always been and you will always be, enough for me."

She leaned into me, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her gently, my lips pressed to the side of her head. I heard her sniffle, and I brought one hand up to caress her hair.

"Let's go get breakfast, and then we can go to the festival, and see all the colorful flowers of spring."

She nodded into my shoulder, and I released her, standing and helping her up. 

"I'm going to grab our lunch, so we don't have to come back here, we can just go right to the festival after breakfast."

☆~☆~☆

We had taken a taxi to the cute little cafe that I'd taken her to last year, with the stuffed strawberry waffles. She'd ordered the exact same thing, and seemed to enjoy it just as much. 

From there, we'd taken another taxi to the flower festival, and not surprisingly, it was very crowded. I held her hand as we made our way to a bench so she could sit for a few minutes. I was worried about her, knowing that she tired so quickly, but she was doing well, and kept reassuring me that she was okay. 

We got up, and walked around a bit more, soon finding another bench to rest on for a bit. A half hour passed, and I spent most of it snapping pictures of her. She had sat on the bench, her hands gripping the edge, her eyes were closed, and her face was lifted to the breeze. Her hair blew gently, curling around her face, her lips were full and slightly parted, and I'd never seen a more beautiful woman in my entire life. 

She knew I was taking picures of her, she'd gotten used to it, and had learned to ignore me. Every now and again, as I was snapping away, she would look at me and cross her eyes, or stick her tongue out, but she knew I wanted real, raw, unposed. She usually just went about her day, and paid no attention to me when I had the camera in my hand. 

We finally got up and walked a bit further, and eventually decided to stop for lunch. We found a picnic table, and I helped her sit, then took the bag off my shoulder, removing the food we'd packed for lunch. We sat and ate, and watched the people all around us, looking at the flowers, taking pictures of their own, and just enjoying the day. 

Soo Ah looked happy, but at the same time, she looked sad. I didn't have to try to guess why. I knew why. She was seeing all this, probably for the last time, how could she not be sad? That thought also made me sad.

She suddenly looked at me, and smiled.

"Thank you, for bringing me here. This is absolutely breathtaking, and I'm having an amazing time."

"You're even more breathtaking, and I'm also having an amazing time, simply watching you."

 She gazed into my eyes, her hand sliding across the table for mine. As we smiled at each other, I felt a drop of wetness land on the back of my hand. I looked around, thinking someone had splashed something, but everyone was too far away, and minding their own business, not even looking our way. 

I looked back to the table, seeing another wet spot, then another, and I lifted my eyes to Soo Ah's, seeing the excitement I knew I would see.

It was starting to rain. 

I felt goosebumps rise on my flesh, and a feeling of dread in my heart. It was hard to explain what I was feeling. On top of my dislike for the rain in general, I couldn't help but feel like this was happening because Soo Ah's time was almost up, and she hadn't had that last kiss in the rain yet. 

She looked at me, her face full of understanding. She knew what I was feeling. I wanted to smile, but I also wanted to cry. Instead I closed my eyes.

It started to rain a little harder, and I opened my eyes, remembering that I had promised she would get her last kiss in the rain. I got up and went around to her side, straddling the bench and helping her turn to do the same, lifting her legs up over mine so I could get closer to her. I looked into her eyes, and I could see all the love she felt for me, shining right there, as bright as the sun. 

She reached her hand up, cupping my cheek, and as the rain fell on us, I leaned down, pressing my lips to hers, feeling the wetness of the raindrops dripping down my face. For once, I was glad for it, because it mixed with my tears, and I didn't want her to know I was crying.

I kissed her like it was the last time I ever would, because it was. This was what she wanted, and I wouldn't ruin it by kissing her again after this. I was keeping my promise, but it was breaking my heart.  

Her lips moved across mine, her fingers tangling into my wet hair at the back of my neck. Her hair was stuck to her face, a few strands having slid to the corner of her mouth, and I reached up with my index finger, sliding it back out of the way so it didn't end up in her mouth. 

She opened her mouth to breath, but our lips were still touching, and I felt her chest heave against mine as she grabbed my top lip between hers, holding it there, her tongue sliding across it lightly, tickling me. 

I tilted my head, sealing our lips together once again, sucking her tongue into my mouth, my hands on her head, holding her lips to mine. I didn't want to stop kissing her, I wanted to kiss her forever, even if I had to do it in the rain.

As much as I hated to, we eventually pulled apart, just as the rain started to slow down. She blinked, trying to rid the raindrops that were coating her eyelashes, and I wiped her cheeks with my thumbs. 

Her hand came up to my face, cradling my cheek, her thumb moving across the wetness, and she gave me a sad smile.

"I'm so sorry this made you cry baby, I know you hate the rain."

I shook my head, not surprised that she knew I was crying.

"That's not why," I whispered, looking into her eyes, "it's because from now on, every time it rains, I'm going to think of the very last time I got to kiss you, and it makes me sad that I won't get to kiss you again, but I won't, because I don't want to break my promise to you."