「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a young nurse meets a cold hearted man and somehow convinces him to help her with her bucketlist. Each one in this journey learns about the essence of life」☽︎
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Lover,you should've come over- Jeff Buckley ♬♪
Amid the somber sunrays of the day set aside for Yuna's farewell, Sunghoon finds himself perched upon the steps of her aunt's dwelling. His gaze is vacant, directed towards the floor, his tears exhausted and his emotions a vast wasteland. Within the confines of that heavy silence, the muffled sobs emanating from the house only serve to exacerbate the barren landscape of his heart.
Beside him, a sentinel of grief, Yuna's grandfather sits. Their companionship is marked by a shared silence—a language born of sorrow and void of consolation. And then, as if driven by the weight of his own remorse, Sunghoon breaks the silence.
"I'm so sorry, Grandpa," he utters, his voice bearing the weight of a thousand regrets. "It's my fault. I should have taken better care of her."
A slow shake of the head is the elder's response, a silent testament to his unwillingness to entertain the blame game any longer.
Sunghoon, his guilt amplified by the weight of the grandfather's gaze, succumbs to his remorse.
On bended knees, he pleads for absolution, his voice heavy with the agony of missed opportunities. But Yuna's grandfather averts his gaze, unable to bear the raw intensity of emotion that threatens to engulf them both.
Just as the edge of this heart-wrenching moment is about to fray, Yuna's aunt interjects, her presence a bittersweet reprieve. Approaching Sunghoon, she presents a small token—a CD. Her words, barely above a whisper, carry an air of quiet reverence.
"Yuna left this for you,"
Behind the wheel of the quirky hippy car, Sunghoon embarks on a journey spurred by the lingering whispers of Yuna's memory. The CD finds its way into the car's player, curiosity sparking in his eyes as he wonders what she's left for him. His lips curl into a soft smile as her voice flows through the speakers, explaining her intentions between the songs.
Fumbling with the controls, Sunghoon chuckles at Yuna's past confusion.
"How the hell does this thing work? Oh, that's the button,"
he muses, an affectionate grin crossing his face as he recalls her endearing quirks.
His heart clenches as Yuna's voice fills the car, her laughter a balm for his grief-stricken soul. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he lets her words wash over him.
