the one that got away ; jenyong

twelve

"How do you know about me?" I asked the woman who had just introduced herself as Taeyong's mother. The look in her eyes, I could still sense the feeling of a grieving mother in it.

   Her eyes, I recognized that one. Those pair of eyes that I thought existed only on Taeyong's face. But actually, he got them from his mother.

Those pair of dark huge eyes, a pair of pupils that looks like pools. And I drowned inside them every time I looked into Taeyong's eyes.

   "You know I've been contacting each of Taeyong's friends after his passing. I missed him so much to the point I wanted to listen to all the stories that he never talked about to me." His mother started to answer my question with an explanation.

"And I found out none of them knows about my child that much. I heard the same stories over and over again. None of them is different from the one I've heard from my son." She continues.

   I don't know how to react to her explanation. There's a loud thump in my stomach. A feel of my heart dropped to my stomach after listening to his mother's words.

But how did she knows about me though?

   After all, I have never met her once in my life. Even on Taeyong's funeral day. I remember barging out of the funeral room because I couldn't control my feelings.

I tend to hide about my everything I had with Taeyong. My one-sided feelings towards him, and how a special kind of person he is to me.

   In their eyes, both of us are strangers but a classmate by chance. None of them knows how much in love I am with him.

No one knows about the two of us.

No one will ever expect that I used to have a thing with Lee Taeyong. Even after his passing.

   To find out about his mother that has been trying her best to search for me this whole time is surprising. Out of all people, it was his mother.

"Jennie, your name is not unfamiliar to me," she said, looking me straight in the eyes. "I thought you might be someone special to Taeyong," she said again. I wrinkled my brows and was curious about her words.

   Me? A special person to Taeyong?

"What do you mean by that?" I asked her, wasn't prepared for whatever stories she was going to tell me.

   His mother suddenly took out a book from under the table. I swallowed my empty throat, starting to feel nervous about it. His mother open the book to a page, that was slipped with a piece of paper in between them.

"This is my son's diary. I've been reading them these couple of days. I thought I might have found something in here." she said.

   "I just found this diary a couple of days after the accident. The police gave it to me. They said they had found this one on the ground, where the accident took place. That's why it looks torn out." she explained again.

So this diary was with him at the time when the accident happened. He brought a diary with him.

   "He wrote a letter, apparently." his mother said again. I hold my breath by the time she started to place the piece of paper I assume the letter Taeyong had written.

"And it's for you." his mother said again.

   A letter for me.

  Taeyong wrote a letter to me.

  and the letter got into the accident.

   He brought the letter with him until his very last moments.