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TODAY WAS THE LAST DAY OF OUR SCHOOL TRIP, and I had to pack my luggage and head back to our daily lives. I reluctantly gathered my belongings, folded clothes and packed them neatly into my suitcase. Each item I packed felt like a piece of this wonderful experience slipping away, and I tried to push the sadness aside.
Once I finished packing, I zipped up my suitcase, taking one last glance around the room, soaking in the memories that would linger long after we returned home. With a deep breath, I dragged my suitcase out of the room and made my way toward the bus.
Outside, the hustle and bustle of my classmates filled the air as teachers guided us on where to put our luggage. I joined the line, feeling a mix of excitement and nostalgia as I watched my friends interact, laughter ringing out in the crisp morning air. The teachers helped us load our bags into the bus, and I felt a sense of finality settle in.
As I approached the bus, I took a moment to breathe in the fresh air, letting it fill my lungs. The reality of leaving this dream world felt heavy, and I hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. Each step down the aisle felt like a bittersweet farewell, as I glanced at my classmates sitting and talking, their animated conversations reminding me of all the fun we had together.
The bus was filled with chatter and laughter, but as I walked further down the aisle, I felt a pang of sadness. I was leaving behind the magic of this trip, the connections we forged, and the moments that would stay with me forever. Just as I was about to let the sadness overwhelm me, I lifted my head to the back of the bus.
There, I saw a familiar sight—my friends gathered together, the girls giggling and the guys teasing each other. And there was Jungwon, sitting with an empty spot next to him, a warm smile on his face as he caught my eye. 
My heart swelled at the sight of him, and the sadness I felt began to lift. I smiled back at all of them, and with a newfound sense of joy, I made my way to that empty seat. Sliding in next to Jungwon, I felt a rush of comfort wash over me. 
"Hey," he said softly, his smile brightening my day even more. 
"Hey," I replied, my voice light as I settled in beside him, feeling grateful for his presence. The laughter and chatter of my friends surrounded us, and I couldn't help but feel that while this trip was coming to an end, the memories we created and the bonds we formed would carry on. 
As the bus began to pull away, Jungwon looked over at me, smiling before gently grabbing my head and placing it onto his shoulder. "I won't mind if you use me as your personal pillow." Jungwon stated. I felt a wave of nostalgia when he said those words, remembering the time when we first got onto this bus, he said something similar along those lines.
I laughed softly before closing my eyes, hugging his arm and enjoying the moment.
With a wistful smile, I whispered, 
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"Goodbyes are just the start of something new..."

THE END

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A\N
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Dear Readers,
As I reach the end of this book, I am enveloped in a bittersweet blend of emotions. The journey of overcoming my writer's block was incredibly challenging, filled with moments of self-doubt and frustration. Yet, I fought through it, driven by my passion for this story and the incredible characters that came to life in my mind. Each character became a part of me, and I felt a profound connection with them, sharing in their struggles, joys, and growth. 
Now, as I close this chapter, I realize that my hesitation to finish stemmed from the deep bond I formed with each of them. Letting go of their stories is both liberating and daunting, but I hope they resonate with you as much as they did with me. Thank you for embarking on this journey with me and for your unwavering support. Your presence made every word worth writing.
With heartfelt gratitude,  
xeylio
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