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Chapter One
Tuesday, 4/26/2011
Her Only Escape: Chapter One

After visiting that mansion, she kept remembering everything that she tried so hard to forget. It was as if he had cursed her. It was a curse to make sure she would never forget him, and she couldn't. It was impossible for her to erase the memories of him.

"Do you remember this?" His voice echoed in her head and without realizing it, tears began to fall down her cheeks. "This was the first thing you made for me. Pretty bad isn't it?" His laughter began to fill her thoughts, but she shook it off. She had to concentrate.

Once she reached her destination, she got out of her car. "You're finally here Miss Chung, please follow me." A man approached her and quickly walked towards the building. She followed him in to meet a rather young fellow waiting for her. "Mister Jung, she's here."

"You're back Gillian!" Yunho walked up to embrace the young beautiful girl whom he knew for several years. He softly cupped her cheeks and turned it left and right, "You were crying..." He whispered as he noticed the dried tear marks on her cheeks.

Gillian grinned, "I could never get past you, could I, Yunho?"

He softly wiped away the remaining wet stains on her cheeks and walked up to his desk, "You know, it's been a while, hasn't it? I was beginning to forget how you looked."

She smirked, "Oh really? Is that why you have a picture of me on your desk there?" She pointed at the picture frame that held a picture of Yunho and Gillian back when they were in college.

He chuckled, Gillian always knew how to light up his day, "I'm surprised you came back here..."

"Well, you know, I couldn't resist leaving my best friend here all by himself." Gillian grinned then took a seat in front of Yunho. "So, what's the plan?"

Yunho sighed, he was trying so hard to avoid this, "Gillian..." He began to speak, but she quickly signaled him to silence himself.

"I know what you're going to say, but my answer is no. You can't hold me off any longer." Gillian said then gave a stern look at Yunho, "So again, let me ask you, what's the plan?"

"Alright alright, I give." Yunho raised his arms in defeat. "It's risky though, are you sure?"

Gillian nodded, she was more sure than ever. It was time.

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