The End of the Beginning I

In life, it’s not just about a happy ending.

"Why did you choose to go here?" he asked me.

I just smiled as I watched the vast paddy field outside. I miss this.

Honestly, I didn't even know what to say to him. Was it because I preferred the tranquillity of the countryside to the hectic pace of city life?Or was it the memory that we had together way back?

I held out my hand to feel the breeze. Damn, it feels like I’m in a movie. I’m at my happiest place, with the man I love driving beside me. I couldn’t ask for more.

"Because I want to make new memories." I said, smiling.

I turned to him and saw the ghostly smile peeking out of his lips. He reached for my thigh and gently stroked it. I also smiled and looked at his hand when I suddenly realized something.

"Is your wound healed?" I asked in surprise because I didn’t see a cast on his wrist.

His jaw hardened as he glanced at his wrist as well. He was about to remove it, but I held it to scan his wrist.

"Is this the injured hand? Why does