//note: this is a special edition with different ending//
It was one of the long days when the rain showered in drizzle to downpour outside. The change of weather came in a flashlight in one of the mornings at the seaside. It wavered the hummingbird from the greenest of haven forest and little mistletoe right above the white closed-door, as the waves came to tide.
Through the empty branches by the bay windows, once upon a woman starred in evermore from another daydream. The room that raven-haired woman woke up to once again left hollow; colder and darker. Trickles trickled, the water fell in rhythms of the sadden tears from her somber eyes. As well as the lonely tones of the void hole from her far away gazes.
Autumn.
Word too far from the winter but close enough for the low temperature. It was the season of falling where the rainbow seemed to fade into spectacular colored leaves. Yet, it was also the season of blooming for that soulless woman. Wherein the ring on her left-hand never stung her deeper than it should be.
Where should she begin? The missing piece that finally attached to the freckles of one?
"I promise you, Rona. This time, for the whole time of me leaving, I'll truly be here by your arms to feel our hearts beating for another lifetime. I will, in the most sincere feelings I always long for, love you forever."
The sun-kissed lips which mingled as the form of their pledge?
"I, Joo Seokhoon, take you, Bae Rona, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."
Or the dim candlelit that witnessed their tangled bodies?
"I want more than just a mark of you. I want more than this love of us we made together. Is that a lust or greed of mine, Rona?"
Was it the scarred heart which painted the memories scarlet?
"I'm sorry, Rona. I don't think I'll be home for another month again."
In honesty, she didn't know when. For what it was, she was already broken.
***
The sky was still shadowed under the harvest moon when a jet black-haired man woke up to his woman. The radiant beauty of her brushed with specks of moon dust the moment that man stared for another eternity. As if all he lived for was the sound of her breathing tattooed over his, he kissed her temple in a slow-steady motion.
For once and for long.
Taking the time to admire how ineffable she is, that man turned the whole world into another period of time where only her that matters. If the sun shone on the thin line of the horizon, then she was the symphony to his morning epiphany. If the bluest sky raced with the rustling wind, then she was more than the lost harmony that wrecked his . And if the stars lined with its twinkling light, then she was the soothing lullaby of all the nightmares he couldn't rid.
Thus, that autumn where the euphoria of their magnificent marriage didn't last long enough as the eternal fairytale love but ephemeral. They were far from their home.
Where should he begin? The afternoon vow he couldn't fathom to promise?
"I do. I know. So, please, never leave me again for the awaiting reincarnation of you, Seokhoon. Because I love you, too."
The kisses, smiles, and stares that he believed wouldn't be unchanging, lasting, and always loving?
"I, Bae Rona, take you, Joo Seokhoon, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."
Or the erratic breaths as their lips locked and body pressed?
"Lust, greed, hunger. Anything. So, can you please hold me already?"
Was it Juliette's dagger he restored to the depth of her harmless womb?
"Seokhoon-ah, are you afraid of this child? Because you believe it will be another demon you have to relieve? I told you many times, over and over, it was never our fault."
"But why? Why are you abandoning our pure child like this? Tell me!"
He didn't know when. All he knew was the already shattered hearts of the love of his life.
***
The two were now seated in the night hall. Opposite far like the mellow music which tipped the empty dialogue. It was the same way their red wine dipped the old tale they forever danced to but never could again. Only another marriage anniversary pleasantries with love no more.
By now, they were dead.
No blushes and red flushes where they devoted themselves in confessions of love; showing their infatuation for the connected soul. There was nothing left in between remembrances of sweet recollection which merited them enough. They were only becoming sadder than ever since they recalled each other's grief.
They stood in front of a place called exile. Drunken in peace and solitude. Without anything worthy to return again from the asylum.
But really, what would they be if one of them ruined the already ruins? To return their gratefulness of gratitude in attitude. Wherein the foolish young man braced the bravery he long hid under his cruelty. Maybe, the picture of their happiness could be photographed in the hallways anciently.
Maybe, he could have easily picked her up from her seat right now. Touch her where both of them desired to be touched since the day they swore. Left her good in moans and groans as their language of love. How the night became longer and longer as they couldn't stop to devour each other's taste under the white duvet they disordered.
If only the naive young woman spoke her real pain outward his disdain. Convey and deliver the relentless nights she waited for him to come back right to her embrace. If only she woke up early this morning to stop him from going away again and kissed him numb to let him stay. Then, he wouldn't be lost too far away and thrown into disarray.
Instead, the only thing they could receive was his cold body and unmoving portrait. Without any words to say and feelings to relay. He left her alone again. For the utmost forever.
And the only thing she could utter as she drown into her own wails and sobs was,
"Seokhoon-ah, if I die tomorrow, will you come to my funeral and smile for me?"
along with the disappearance of his ashes.
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