~ "Myolie! Myolie!" Bosco calls as he runs towards her. Myolie continues to stare at the ocean. Was it his imagination? Or did it seem like Myolie didn't wan tto see him? He shook away the thought as he approached her.
"You're back....." Myolie says, still not looking at Bosco.
"And I have good news! Your father finally agreed to our marriage. I already have it all planned out. We will marry this month, move to the US next month, and -"
Myolie interrupts Bosco. "You haven't even asked me if I will marry you yet."
Bosco laughs. "Of course." He kneels in front of Myolie and takes her hand. "Will you marry me?"
"No."
Bosco's smile fades. "What did you say?"
"I said no. I will not marry you."
"Why? Is it because of the ring? I mean, I can get it now if you want. And flowers, too. And and -"
"It's not the flowers. It's - Oh never mind. Good-bye." Before Bosco can say anything else, Myolie pulls her hand away and runs up th epath that leads to her home. He remains kneeling, unable to understand the words that just came out of Myolie's mouth.