𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒂̂𝒎𝒆 | 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒂

15

Sana's itching to ask.

But she doesn't want to ruin the fun at her sudden act of being spontaneous.

She tried to stop the urge of bombarding Dahyun questions on where are they going afraid to make her uncomfortable...and irritated, yes, that too.

"You can ask." Her voice mellow like a wine, well aged and pleasingly mild. Sana almost melt in her seat good thing the seatbelt is putting her in the right place.

"No, it's fine. I don't want to ruin the fun." She answered with a smile, subtly feeling bad for absentmindedly scratching the leather of Dahyun's car seat.

"If you say so..." Dahyun's voice became incoherent as she continues to drive the car that went inside an establishment and under an arc that Sana didn't have any chance to see what it says.

The place was quiet and peaceful. There was not a single sound to be heard when they entered besides the engine of Dahyun's car.

"It will be just for a couple of minutes and we're done. Is that fine with you?" Dahyun asked and Sana nodded her head while in her seat like a child.

The car went uphill, Sana busied herself listening to the song playing in the radio that she did not notice her surroundings.

The vehicle halted just on the side of the road. Sana averted her gaze from the radio and looked out of the window, there are few trees in the place, the landscape is maintained, and Sana would've shouted in awe because of the view but it was by the time that they hopped out of the car and walked towards a big stone that have something carved on it that she have to squint to see, that she realized where they are now. The Cemetery. Sana shivered at the thought, she was not a fan of any ghost stories ever since and Sana hated being in a scary place.

She glance to Dahyun who, walks towards the place where the stone is and sat there, she held the flower closer to hers before placing it in front. Sana went to her slowly.

Kim A-yeong. Written on the stone along with few other words and numbers (specifically years) that was engraved.

"She's a sweet person, constantly giving out sweets for everyone she knew..." Dahyun giggled at the fond memory as Sana listen to her sudden story, "She liked to watch movies and listen to me play the piano, or just do basically nothing on the weekends. We had this little promise that she'll wait for me to play a special piece written for her on her birthday but unfortunately...she got into an accident, went on comma for a week... until she can't hold tight anymore. It was very sad of course...my mother's a very caring person after all." Her voice was close to cracking up but Dahyun made sure it doesn't happen...not in front of Sana. She doesn't want her to see how vulnerable she is. She held her own trembling hands to stop it.

"I'm sure she's happy wherever she is." Sana gently smiled. She reached out to wipe Dahyun's lone tear that the woman didn't even notice falling down her cheeks. Everything at this time happens so slowly, like everything is being magically controlled. "Leaving no regrets as she knew she raised a wonderful child." There was an undeniable fondness in Sana's voice as she looked at Dahyun in a one-true-minute, and as if she couldn't get any sweeter, Sana placed her hands on top of Dahyun's and squeezed in hopes to give the latter reassurance.

Dahyun loved everything about the moment, the scenery, the bundle of red rose on the ground in front of her mother's grave, the wind touching her cheeks, the stillness of the flowers growing just beside everyone's tomb, the setting sun giving just enough light, and the woman beside her who was sitting on the grass, legs stretched out without a care as she propped both her arms behind her. "You know, I have a pet goldfish when I was a child. I named him Fisherman." Dahyun laughed as she sat on the ground to listen to Sana tell.