6 Feet Below The Ground

Best of Me

JEONGYEON'S POV

It's been a month since my son visited us together with their so called manager. I am so confused, that manager. He felt so familiar to me. When I looked into his eyes, there was spark... spark of anger.

"Miss Georgia..." I turned around and saw a parent with her kid smiling to me.

"Oh hi! How may I help you?" I said and pointed the seat in front of me.

"I just- really want to thank you for helping my daughter."

"Oh- poNo worries Mrs. Anderson, It's my pleasure to help Venice." I smiled at little Venice who is making a finger heart that I taught just the other day.

"I really hope you can accept my husband's and my donation to your school." She gives me a little bag and as I open it, I saw bunch of 100 dollars inside.

"Oh... Wow. This is a lot of money Mrs. Anderson. This will help us a lot in renovations of our facilities." I said still looking at the money inside the bag.

"It's just a little gesture, Venice have been suffering in so much trauma and you helped her gained trust in people." This is what I love the most when it comes to my profession, when I help people with their personal issues that they can not spit out because of.. doubt, anxiety and such.

"We really hope you help a lot more people in the future."

"Thank you, I wish I could help a lot of people too."

Driving back to my house, something was whispering to my ear. It felt like it wants me to do something. Something... Ridiculous.

"You look weird." Emily spits out of nowhere. I turned my head to her and rolls my eyes.

"I. do not. look. weird." I said emphasizing each words.

"Oh really, I know you Georgia. I know that look." She said while judging me from head to toe. I raised my brows at her.

"Why would I be weird." I asked.

"I don't know? Met a cute guy at work." Emily said, mocking me.

"Shut up." I laughed.

"What? As if it don't happen every single week." she jokingly rolls her eyes at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Remember last week? You came home smiling and all weird- swirling your hair like a teenager. Just because you met that little Cassidy's father." She teased.

"It was just one time." I defended.

"Yeah right." She said.

Silence filled the kitchen, it felt awkward.

"Anyways, any luck?" I asked. I asked a favor to help me find a flight back to korea since I have no time to waste at work.

"You sure you want to do this?"

"Yes. I'm pretty sure about it."

"I don't know georgia, what if you pass out in the middle of the flight?"

"What if you got lost." She asked with her eyes bowling out of her eye sack.

"I won't emily."

"And also why are you questioning everything?"

"What do you mean." I put my hand on my waist and sighed.

"Since I lost my head and memories. I've always trusted your decisions. Let my son go to korea because that's what they want even though I don't want to because I don't have any family near seoul-" She looked straight into my eyes, she was listening. It felt good but at the same time I'm nervous. I don't know why but.. I am nervous.

"Whenever I try to go back to seoul, you always come with me like a chaperone or a guardian-

-Like I was a clueless teenager. I'm an adult emily, I can handle my self and every time I try to explain to you that I can do it on my own, you always.. you always find some loophole to my explanations and I don't have any choice but to make you come with me because.. simply you have to." I stopped myself from freaking out because this time, I know she's listening.

"I'm a psychologist Emily, Psychology. I study, understand and help people cope up with their past- but me, I can't grow up with you bossing me around. Treating me like a child, I'm in my 50s emily. almost 53 and yet I feel like I'm in prison." I smiled at her but I know my smile didn't even looked like a smile. She is crying and I don't know what to do. I'm a psychologist, I'm supposed to know how to comfort and give her comfort words but now I feel... speechless.

"Emily, I'm going to Seoul."

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'This is our last call for the passengers of flight 89560, Moscow to Seoul.'

"Well that's your call Georgia." I smiled at her, she carefully fixed my coat and smiled back at me.

"Call me." I waved my hands as goodbye and shouted "I will!"

After I stepped into the security I looked back at her and pulls out my phone to send the draft in my text message before I leave.

To:Emily

I hope this is not our last moment, I want to have a fun and exciting life. I don't want to hide anymore. I don't want to feel like a prisoner of my own world. I'm coming back not just because I want to, but also I want to heal. It's been 6 years since I've lost my memory and everyday nothing is happening because I realized... I left it in my home. In korea, where I grew up. Yes I remember my childhood now! I'm sorry I didn't told you because I know you would freak out. I'm so happy. Don't worry I'll come back, when I'm all healed. Say hi to our new Psychiatrist Brian Sloan for me. Take care, Good bye.

I showed my ticket to the attendee in front of the gate to my plane. So this is really it.

I'm going back.