Detach

4. Association

Association of any sort can be powerful. It can remind a person of anything from their happiest moments to their most terrible. As Yuna cast her eyes about the stark white walls, she wondered why the hospital had chosen that color. She figured that the white could be associated with peace or new beginnings even. To Yuna though, the white brought to mind nothing but the cold, and with it, the feeling of isolation.

"Miss...can I call anyone for you?"

Flicking her eyes from the white walls in front of her, she looked towards the receptionist who was looking at her with a worried look. Yuna put on her practiced smile as she shook her head, holding up the Styrofoam cup of coffee that had long since gone as cold as everything else in the room.

"I'm fine, but thank you."

The receptionist nodded as she resumed her work and Yuna fixed her gaze upon the walls again. A clock was stationed in the center of the wall in front of her, the hands of which were ticking by painfully slow. She knew that Jungkook hadn't been in the emergency room that long, but at the same time it felt like forever. Even more so when she already had to wait a lifetime to be his love.

Yuna's fingers gripped her Styrofoam cup harder as flickers of memories pulsed in the back of her mind of another life. Another them.

'Why is he doing this? He's supposed to be my husband! It was all arranged!'

'That may be so, but you can't arrange the matters of the heart.'

Choking the remaining life out of the flowers in her hands, Yuna threw them at the wall in rage. The maids that were in her attendance jumped back in fear as she stormed out of her room in a flurry of skirts into the night.

"Miss? Are you okay?"

Blinking, Yuna snapped out of her thoughts to see that she had launched her Styrofoam cup at the wall. The coffee that had once been contained within it was running down the wall in muddy brown streaks. The receptionist had gotten up and come over to her, looking more worried than she had just a few minutes earlier. With flushed cheeks, Yuna nodded her head as she stood up. She yanked a few tissues free from the box on the receptionist's desk before going over to try and clean up the caffeinated tears on the wall.

'You know there will be consequences.'

Yuna nodded her head. Her mind was already made up. She took the jagged black dagger laid out on the bed of withered petals, slicing open the palm of her hand and making it bleed.

'As long as he is mine, I'll figure it out. That wench can't have him.'

Blood trickled from her palm and onto the withered petals who took it as nourishment. They soon began to take on a life of their own, becoming something new and beautifully twisted.

"Miss, you don't have to clean it up. I can call a janitor."

Yuna couldn't classify what she was doing as cleaning up the wall. If anything, she was just going over the same spot again and again with the same feverish frenzy as Lady Macbeth. Nodding her head, Yuna moved to stand up as the receptionist led her back to her seat. If she kept up acting like this, she was sure that she would be admitted herself. Hopefully the receptionist was just thinking this was a mania associated with that of a fiancée waiting on the status of her soon-to-be-husband.

'The consequence can't possibly be that he dies,' thought Yuna. 'What's the point of living another life if I still lose him?'

Yuna had only been in the chair for not even a minute before a doctor came out. His gruff face showed that he had seen many things, so the semi-chaotic state of the waiting room didn't seem to deter him. Instead, his eyes landed on Yuna as he asked, "Are you Choi Yuna?"