( Bang Chan + Hwang Hyunjin )
❝I cannot risk losing her.❞
┈┈ mistopher | 2022 ++
Pride is something that Bang Chan was forced to put aside in order to satisfy his basic needs. And he'd grown used to it for the year and a half that he'd been living o...
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Preferably start the song after the first scene <3
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⇒Spread My Wings - Cemetery 3:30pm
A youthful mind was no excuse for the inability to recognize the familiarity in such a monotonous setting, and Bella was not an exception. She remembered, vividly, stepping foot there about two years past, and it smelled the same.
Looked the same.
Condensed the exact atmosphere that had called tears from her eyes, and the insistent demolishing of her poor heart with the dawn of the fact that her mother was truly never coming back, just as Chan had worded in the most delicate way that he could: was in a better place, and that they'd all see her soon.
"Why are we here?" Bella tugged on her father's arm, weakly holding onto the bouquet of lilies in her other hand, smaller in size than that in the elder's. "I thought we were going home after, to be with uncle Jin--"
"We're here to speak to mum, Bella... Just-- just settle down," Chan squeezed the child's hand reassuringly, sighing heavily when they approached one gravestone in particular. He thinned his lips into a tight line, eyes stuck on the unfortunate carving of the name of the woman he once loved on its stoned surface.
Beloved Wife & Mother B A N G I S A B E L A October 5, 1991 - December 20, 2016 Time won't heal this one.
"Come here," Chan groaned from strain as he sat down on the grass, folding his legs before helping Bella to get comfortable beside him, sighing, again. "I came here so that we could talk, and talk to mum too, even though she might not be able to answer us," he set the flowers down neatly, watching as Bella did the same, "I know that she'll hear us, and is looking at us..."
"Mh..."
"I'm sorry... that I haven't been talking about your mum enough, Bella," Chan started, playing with the underpart of his nails despite the absence of dirt, anxious, "I'm sorry that... you feel like your dad isn't there enough... at times. And I know I say that you don't understand a lot of things, but you do. You're a smart girl, Bella..."
"Hm," Bella leaned against her father's arm, gazing at her mother's gravestone, fingers childishly running along the cut grass. "I think I understand plenty..."
"You do, baby. You do-- and that's why I'm apologizing. I keep brushing things off like you don't have a clue what's going on and... and that's not good. Even since I started working, we've hardly had time to spend together, and I shouldn't let that happen," Chan reached for his daughter's free hand, playing with her fingers.
