Thirty-One Days

Day 16 - Hair

Love is in the hair!

This short one-shot #CLOYtober entry is Ri Jeong Hyeok's monologue of how his days without Yoon Seri went, and how the memories of her hair became his life source when he misses her. A bit sad, yes, but hope you'd still enjoy reading it.🙏 💕

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HAIR

When fate was so unkind to finally put a permanent border between myself and Yoon Seri, I wondered how I could survive.

Will the woman I deeply fell in love with be just a part of my memory?

Though I refused to live and die with this thought, I was left without a choice but to savor every moment that I had with her. I want to remember every part of her.

They say our senses, emotions and memory are intertwined. I believe this to be true. It became my life source when there were days that I terribly, terribly miss her...

Truth be told, my Yoon Seri's hair was the first thing that caught my attention. And from that day on, I never looked back.

When Seri literally crash landed on me from a tree, that was my first time to have that much of a woman's hair fall on my face. I must say she made quite an impression...

When I gathered her dishelved hair to tie it with my handkerchief, it was my first time to feel a woman's hair in my hands. Oh how fine and soft they felt to the touch! I liked the sensation that for a split-second, I desired to run my fingers through her silky hair but then I held back...

When Seri and I jumped off the cliff together, all I could remember was the fragrance that whiffed up from her wind-blown hair. So warm and comforting that I pulled her closer to my chest, my fingers resting on her head to keep her hair still, wanting to protect her until we safely descended to the ground...

When I woke up to a sleeping Seri next to me on my hospital bed, I let my hand do what it had to do. To softly touch her hair and tuck the lose strands that partly obstructed her beautiful face, dimly lit by the moonlight. That night, I remembered staring at her sleeping face for as long I could. Who would have thought that this simple gesture would become my favorite? An intimate act that only my fingers can express to her hair...

When Seri cried on the night of her birthday and she refused to face me, my eyes brought me to the view of her long, straight tresses cascading down her shivering back. She was like a full moon whose gravity pulled me closer and closer until I found my arms wrapped around her body. Giving her warmth, I whispered to her ears how grateful I truly was for the day that the woman I love was born...

Last and most important of all... one that I count not as a memory but a sight I shall see in the future... the night when I told Seri I wanted to see her with gray hair and wrinkes.

I want to see that. I want to experience that. I want to grow old with her and still fall in love with her over and over, silver gray and all.

To be able to help her dry her hair with a towel so she won't catch a cold.

To be able to brush her hair gently so as not to lose a single strand from her thinning hair.

To be able to stroke her hair and sing to her to make her feel comfortable when they days and night are not good.

God I miss her...

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