Fate Lives On

Blast of the Past

Jessica’s POV
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We had been walking for several minutes when finally we reached my house, “I guess this is my stop” I said.

“Oh, wow. You have a really beautiful house” She said while gesturing her arms. 

I started giggling at her actions, “Thank you. Where do you live?” 

She pointed in the direction where we came from, “I live back there near that house we stopped at. The apartments across actually.”

“Omo! You should have told me that!” I exclaimed, “I wouldn’t have let you walked me to my house!” 

“Jessica, it’s okay.” She said with a smile. That smile, it seems so, familiar. “Besides, it was fun walking and talking with you.” 

“Well, I’m glad.” I gave her a quick hug then walked up to the front door. 

Before I reached in my pockets for the keys I heard her yell, “See you tomorrow!” she started waving.

“You too!” I yelled back. We both turned and I went into the house. Right when I entered my younger sister ran down the stairs almost running into me, “Yah, Krystal, what’s the hurry?” 

“Mom made hamburgers!” She told me. 

I started to glee in delight. It wasn’t too often that we had American food at my house, but time to time my family misses the culture which allows us to indulge in the yummy delicious food. I walked into the kitchen where my Dad was grilling the meat, “Do you need any help?” I asked him.

“No, thanks honey. Ask you mom” He said.

“Mom, do you need any help?” I asked her. 

She looked around the kitchen then back to me, “No thanks. Just do your homework and I will call you out when dinner is ready.” 

“Yes, mom” I reluctantly walked into the living room running right into Krystal. 

“Ah, sorry Unnie.” She said rubbing where we bumped. 

“It’s my bad too, Krystal.” I pointed at the t.v, “Do you want to watch some t.v?” I asked her.

“Oh, I can’t Unnie. Mom said she needed me to cut up some lettuce.” She said.

I looked at her with a confused look, “That’s weird. Mom told me she didn’t need any help.” 

She hesitated to answer me and finally answered, “Well, Unnie... You are pretty bad at cooking.”

“Yah! I can cook!” I said. 

“I don’t think tuna sandwiches count.” She told me. 

“Aish, fine. Just call me when dinner is ready.” I told her. I then started walking upstairs to my room. When I entered I closed the door and collapsed onto my bed, “Bed sweet bed.” I mumbled in between my face and the pillow. I rolled over to the table next to my bed and took out a picture. “Hey, so I met someone new today. You know what? She really reminded me of you.” 

I looked at the picture of the girl and I hugging each other in front of an amusement park, Aish, I should know better then to be talking to a picture. I thought. “I really do miss you Sooyoung.” Before I knew it a tear drop fell onto the picture. “I’m sorry. I guess Yuri isn’t the only one who hasn’t gotten over you.” Day after day I would do this. It would be the same routine. For about ten minutes I promised myself I would tell Sooyoung my day hoping that maybe by some miracle she could hear me. 

“Guess what else?” I smiled a bit, “So Nyuh Shi Dae is getting back together. Someway or another that girl got me wanting back in it.” I held onto the picture tighter, “She’s got some guts just like you too. Today, she spoke up to both Taemin and Yuri! And you know how that Yuri is.” I started to laugh, “I know you can’t hear me, but I just want to let you know that I still love you Choi Sooyoung.” I then put the picture back into the drawer of the table. “Aish, you know that I hate crying, Sooyoung. So why do you have to do this to me?”