Eyes | Ryuryeong {COMPLETED}

Chapter 8

Eyes - Chapter 8

Chapter Theme Song: Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi

"She died during the operation. She kept from the doctors that she has a brain tumor. It wasn't that long I think when she knew about it but the tumor was big so she has less chances of surviving. She was also you're donor from the start."

I never thought I would go into a hospital morgue. I never knew I would go there to see the body of someone I love.

My body feels weak. My hands are shaking. I'm scared to see her. To see her dead body. The person who gave me a reason to live is now lifeless.

My sister held my hand. "You can do it, Ryujin right? We can leave if you can't."

"No. Let me see her." I coldly said.

Every footsteps are heavy. I'm getting closer.

We stopped at the door. We've arrived. It's now time to see her. Will I be able to handle it? This is the first time I will see her.

"Let me go alone." I held the doorknob took a deep breath and opened it. Coming inside, I started crying.

She's beautiful. Very beautiful.

She was there sleeping peacefully. Closing her eyes. She looks ethereal.

"Chaeryeongie..." I started crying. The hand I always hold are now cold.

Sitting on the chair, holding her cold hands I stared at her face crying. This can't be true. She's alive. I don't believe it. This is just a nightmare right? Please get me out in here.

"Darling, wake up. Let's go now. We're still going to dance together... right?"

No one answered.

"Chaeryeongie, you promised to never leave by my side. Why..." I couldn't stop crying. This is painful. Maybe I should just die with her.

"I want to see... your smile." My voice broke.

Why did she did that? Did she never thought of what will happen to me. She's selfish, she's doing what she want. I never wanted to lose her. She's the only person I have.

I stood up from my seat. I went near her face and fixed her hair. She's really really pretty. "You're very pretty, Chaeryeongie." The hot tears started to fall on her face.

I wiped it and kissed her forehead. I should just accept it. That she's now gone.

"I should dance for you. I told you that right?" I smiled and fixed my clothes.

Staring at her while crying. Expecting that she would answer breaks my heart. Why would I expect when I know the outcome?

"I-I w-will dance now. W-would y-you like to j-join m-me?"

I should do what I said. Crying, I prepared myself to dance. I wanted to dance for her, with her.

The dance we always dance together. Painfully dancing remembering the memories we made. I can only her voice at that moments but each of it was memorable.

Everyday I was with her. Everytime we dance, we're happy. Finishing my dance. I went close to her and held her hand. "I will dance for you always... Please come back."

After three days, it's her funeral. My sister told me that I was unconscious for two weeks so yesterday was the last time I can touch her. Her funeral will only happen for a week. I don't know if her parents knew what happened to her.

It's my fault. She would be alive now if it weren't for me. I should be the one being blamed for what happened to her.

I will not attend her funeral. I can't. I know I can't handle to see her in that state. Seeing her in the morgue made me insane and super devasted. I don't want to show that kind of state to other people.