A case in which a new born baby named Claire Han kicked the doctor first thing on the face before crying.
Taehyung and Claire both thought the only barrier keeping them from being happy were distances and misunderstandings. What would they do if a s...
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스물둘 | EXASPERATING WITCH
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As the bodies of the beloved returned their matter to the earth, their souls, ageless since birth, returned to our almighty. The spirit that returned to Him at death, eventually called 'breath of life'.
As creepy as it sounded, I enjoyed the feeling of being in this quiet atmosphere, the wind unmoving and the birds stayed quiet as if mourning for the dead.
I sauntered quietly amongst the bones of my ancestors, swelling in remembrance to the memory of him being committed into a barrier that had separated us forever.
He had been completely wrapped in a shroud before I was even able to bid our last farewell.
I stopped on a particular ground. Letting my feet tread lightly against the porous soil, I rested my gaze on his name.
The thought of not knowing if the man buried six feet deep under the ground was really my father sent jittery up to my nerves.
Have I been paying a visit to an unknown mortal's dead body all these time?
"It's scary that I don't even know which truth to believe." I inhaled the air and dramatically exhaled it from my lungs. I had always hated the smell of graveyard if it wasn't for dad.
"Dad, if you're really.. down there, I'll always be praying for you," I paused, breath rising in visible puffs, "But if you're not, I'll make sure to find you."
I promise.
A hand was placed lightly on my shoulder and the figure crouched down to my level. I had goosebumps in guess that it might be an evil spirit but I was proven dumb all along.
"I kind of forgot I'm not alone," I said awkwardly.
"You were too immersed in your feelings, Claire. It's still early in the morning, don't daydream," he chuckled.
Keeping a calm demeanour, Taehyung managed to put me at ease from all the complex thoughts I was going through.
He was only standing behind since the minute we arrived and that led me to forgetting his presence.
Unfortunately, my mother couldn't make it since she was always busy with work and only had the chance to visit father's grave at night, which I found incredibly blood-curdling.
"Can I talk to your father too?"
"Yeah, sure."
Taehyung went to the other side of the cemetery and squatted back down. As he heaved a deep sigh, his dark eyes screamed regret and guilt which I couldn't interpret why.
