First Meet

Chapter-12

"Confident" song by 'Demi Lovato' is playing in bg.

The white and grey walls of your mansion are as quiet as the ocean. There is no sign of you being there as you are in your room, sitting on the bed and eyes closed but you are not sleeping at all.

You are in deep thought as you shot open your eyes suddenly and get up from the bed. You walk to your cupboard and take out a black dress.

The black frock with white collars and sleeves in organza fabric. You quickly change yourself into that outfit and don't even look in the mirror. But after realising something, you stop and stand in front of the mirror. You grab a rubber band and tie up your long black hair in a messy bun.

You take your purse from the table beside the mirror and wearing your heels, you head out. Going towards the parking lot, you decide to take a taxi instead of one of your luxurious cars.

After travelling for almost half a day, You reach your destination and head out with a bouquet in your hand of white cosmos. You take a deep breath inhaling the air of Busan once again. The taxi drives away and you turn to see the empty graveyard behind.

It is filled with greenery and white cosmos flowers everywhere. Like always, there is no emotion on your face as you walk into the graveyard. Walking you few steps further, you stop where 'Kim Woo Bin' is engraved on the grey concrete.

"Appa, Are you doing well?" You ask with sadness filling your inside but your emotionless face shows nothing. You bend down to put the flowers there and stand up back, "I'm beginning this fight Appa. Give me the strength and power you've been giving me since childhood. It has started now, the revenge for you."

You say as you stay for a while with him in the bright sunlight. You decide to go now as you turn to walk away but stop when you see someone wearing a black suit from top to bottom appear in front of you.

You look at him, the familiar face, his blonde hair and a smooth jawline. Even though you are seeing it after such a long time, you still remember how he looked then. Those eyes which used to turn into a crescent moon when he smiled, are staring at you now.

Those lips which you once kissed following your heart and felt them back on your lips, even on your forehead, the plumpy ones are now pressed together unable to speak anything. You are not shocked to see him, not amazed as you met him just yesterday night. But you see him, eyeing every inch of your face as he longed for it to see.