Every summer, they would take a nine hour trip to get away from the mainland. For her, she knows this could be her last. For him, he wonders why he could never say the words. Foreword A two-shot featuring Nichkhun of 2PM. I know what you’re thinking: It’s one of those sadness-filled, death/regret, point-of-view two-shots. And yes, it is. And I have no shame putting stories like this out. I am a particularly dark person after all.I would love it if you guys comment, upvote, and/or subscribe!