Our Last Waltz

CHAPTER 30

both eyes opened immediately. the vision was too blurry for the lass to see through. she saw herself inside a room, a black and modern room for a teenager. next to her was a monitor, and a small-looking tube attached to her hand. not knowing what it was, she took it off which made a slight pain to her hand. she then shrugs it off, leaving it behind as she walks out of the room. 

a long hallway then greeted her. as she walks away from her room, she saw family photos resting on the walls while empty boxes were all over like piles of garbage. she was confused. where is she, right now? is she perhaps lost? where is mom? dad?

"Haeyoun glad you already woke up." a man that is probably older than him called her from below. "come down, we will be eating lunch soon.." Haeyoun tilts her head slightly, confusion controlling her mind. "Jacob?" she found herself blurting out a random name. 

"yes?" the latter answered, looking back at Haeyoun. "do you need anything, my little sister?" he added, smiling genuinely to the girl. "nothing..." Haeyoun smiled back, shaking her head. "don't worry about all this stuff, I and dad can handle it. you should rest again, I will call you back when lunch is now served." then that boy name Jacob, her brother, faded inside the big house. 

"Where am I?" Haeyoun talked to herself, looking like a fool as her eyes roam around, not knowing a single thing about the place. she went back to her room again, looking around to see unboxed things. "flowers?" she saw tons of bouquets of flowers were put beside her bed. she picked one of them, reading the letters that were attached. "hoping for you fast recovery...." she read. 

then her head snapped. the only things that were laying on her desk were neverending packets of medicines, remedies, and fruits. she is sick. "I am sick..?" 

 she spends most of her time opening all the boxes inside her room, looking through all the pictures that were inside, and arranging them all. despite doing all the work and smiling while she looks through all the memories, she still feels missing. exhausted, she began to work with opening her past written novels and poems she found. and that's how she ends up sleeping instead while reading poems and novels. 

"Haeyoun?" her brother called the girl, who was lying on the carpet with a book covering her face. "Haeyoun, it's lunch time.." he mumbled softly while hitting her shoulders. Haeyoun hummed in response, taking the book out of her face then rubs her eyes. "it's lunchtime already?" Jacob nodded and helps her stand up. 

"your friends are downstairs, ready to meet you again.." 

both siblings went downstairs. it made Haeyoun feel comfortable to hear Jacob's sweet voice as he talks about her friend, which made her feel more even excited. Haeyoun first entered the kitchen and saw two young girls, sitting with her mother on the counter. 

"they're just two?" she muttered, feeling unsure about what she saw. "L-lin?" her mouth again blurted a name. "tomorrow is Lin's funeral, I guess you didn't remember.."

Hyunjae's POV

death. it was worse than I could ever imagine. the feeling I felt was so uncommon. i feel so lost and shattered, now that she's gone. everything was not working my way; everyone is torturing my heart as if I deserved to die in vain. people judged how I act these days because I lost somebody I loved the most. but, she knows my feelings are valid; I'm already enough to her eyes and perfect for her heart. now that she's gone, I don't even know if there is a girl out there who would love me the same as how she used to; treat me like she use to, and have a kind heart who would accept me like she used to. 

nothing was wrong at all with feeling sad. that is what she use to tell me every time. you just need someone to be there with you when you feel lonely, and I could be that person. how come a person like her was taken away from this world? she suffered a lot, but she never give up and kept strong. she was the only person who made me realize how wonderful the world is. I love her all of my life. it is hard to let go of something that gave you meaning in life. 

now, I'm standing in front of her grave, looking down for I cannot have the courage to look up. the rain was pouring hard on my chest, and tears were flowing endlessly like the rain. the sun was nowhere to give me light and a clear path. everything seems sad, even the tress hangs down their head. I helplessly drown myself again, without no one beside to comfort me. she use to give me joy and hope everytime she stands in front of me. right now? I don't know where they are. she instead made me feel regret and sadness.

oh, I feel like I am on the wrong path. not knowing what to do next, no one to blame for her death, and not caring about what will happen.