Teach Me How To Love [mxmxm]

XX

[Third Person]

The crumpled figure of Yun Cha now laid on the cold wet stone only a little way down from the Yi clan home. Her mangled appearance resembled something along the lines of roadkill discarded on the side of the undeveloped road in the darkness of the night.

The throbbing red-hot burning of her open wounds against the unpaved roads kept her conscious—hurt enough to keep her awake but not enough to make her pass out. Although outside of the building, Yun Cha had no recollection of leaving the room she had been tortured in.

No longer was she in the small metal room filled with the scent and musk of sweat and blood. Now, the cold wind bit at her skin, and the low light of the moon preyed upon her figure.

With weak gasps, Yun Cha sat up with great difficulty. There was only one goal she needed to focus on right now, even if she wanted to run in and save Jae. She needed to heal, and to heal, she would need to find a place to rest. The subways were likely no longer running and the Yi clan complex was quite a ways from the main city. It would be rare to find a taxi out here, much less a bus.

Using the wall behind her as support, she stood on her feet with the shaky knees of a foal. And continuing to use the wall, she walked one way down the road and hoped that it would lead to somewhere—anywhere she wouldn't freeze to death in the night.

Any other night, she might have looked up at the moon, gazing longingly at the night sky that was scattered with the small lights of the stars and of the passing planes. But tonight was not like any other night. Tonight had been somewhat of a nightmare. Perhaps it wasn't nearly as nightmarish as the characterization of her worst nightmare, but it hadn't been the night she was planning.

Tonight, she looked up at the moon and she remembered—remembered anything she could to distract her from the pain she was drowning in. She remembered the morning that Hideaki had been born, the way she had cried as she held the small body in her arms, so delicate, so fragile in her arms. She never thought the day would come that she would hold something so gentle. She remembered the night she met the love of her life, Natsumi, in a quiet bar where she had just been planning on taking another one-night stand. She remembered the moment that she had proposed to Natsumi, the day they got married, the day they had a surrogate, the day she...

Tonight, Yun Cha remembered the many beauties of her life, the many gifts it had given her, and the many presents and hopes she had gotten from this life.

Too soon, the stone wall came to an end and she broke from her thoughts. No longer was there something for her to lean upon, nothing to support her for the rest of the journey. And soon enough, she thought back to Jae.

Would he be worried now?

She had barely remembered the end of her time there. The last line of whippings had brought her onto the line of unconsciousness. Her pain-dazed haze was entwined with the fading hallucinations of Jae saving her.

Yun wished that they believed she was dead but she knew it couldn't be that easy. But for now, her focus was finding shelter for the night, even if it was an abandoned shed.

"Young lady! If you're drunk, go home!"

Yun heard the loud yell of an elder, a female voice nagging her. Yun almost wanted to laugh if it didn't hurt so bad to just stand.

Through her pain-ridden state, her senses, so filled with the sensation of a fire crawling up her skin, were dulled and unable to notice the elderly woman's steps towards her. Small hands touched her arm and Yun jolted. The small elderly woman now standing in front of her. Her gray curly hair was short and close to her head, creating the circle of hair around her head. Her appearance might've made Yun laugh had her face not drastically changed from annoyance to explosive shock at the sight of Yun's body under the sparse street lights.