3 Ways

(Useless) Worries

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Namjoo turned to look at the door when it opened and watched Luhan walk in. Giving him a smile she tugged on the towel draped around her shoulders.

"Do angels ever get tired?" Namjoo asked rubbing her feet against the ground as he sat beside her.

"Sometimes."

"Then that's a yes," Namjoo said turning to look at him, "do they also have feelings like us?"

"I have feelings."

A smile etched her face as she reached a hand up to run it along his hair. Namjoo closed her eyes as she felt his nose brush against her face while he kissed her. This touch and this feeling was so familiar. She'd longed for it and she'd missed it unknowingly, and not until now had she experienced it again. But she didn't know which kiss would be the last one now. She didn't want to know when his last day would have to be.

A weight of regret weighed itself in her heart when they pulled away from each other and Namjoo blinked back tears before smiling at him.

"Do you want to go take a walk outside?" he asked and Namjoo nodded in reply.

Tightly holding hands they walked closely under the stars that had suddenly appeared. This was nice. Namjoo really liked being with him like this. She grabbed his arm with her free hand and slightly leaned against him.

"We walked like this once," Namjoo reminisced, "so long ago."

Luhan lowered his head and smiled.

"Namjoo, lets make new memories," he said.

"It would have been nice if we had a family of our own."

"It would have been nice, but it doesn't matter anymore."

"Can't you...take me with you?" Namjoo stopped and turned to look at him.

She met with his sorrowful eyes, but he didn't say anything for a minute. Her heart wept in silence knowing he wouldn't.

"There's an open chapel up ahead, want to go sit inside?" Namjoo asked.

Upon his nod she led him across the street to a tall white chapel. A large tower with a golden bell hanging inside resided at the top of the building when they neared. The yard was empty, but a lamp had been turned on above the door. They passed two angels with palms pressed together and enclosed wings standing on opposite ends of the staircase before Namjoo pushed open the heavy wooden door. Luhan ran his eyes over the statues before following her lead.

"My grandma used to bring us here for mass every Sunday," Namjoo explained, "but we stopped coming after mom died. I used to come alone and sit by the altar at night."

Then she turned to give him a smile before leading him toward the pews up front. Their steps softly echoed throughout the whole building as they walked along the soft red carpet. They sat beside each other at the front facing the podium and the empty stage. The large wooden crucifix nailed to the wall loomed over them as they sat there quietly as if it were guarding them.

Namjoo stared at the grand piano sitting by the wall and turned to look at Luhan with a smile. Tears sparkled in her eyes and she tightened her grip on his hand.

"You used to cry here." Luhan said.

When Namjoo turned to look at him he purposely stared straight ahead as if he didn't notice.

"And you thought you were alone," the words came slowly and Namjoo felt memories pierce her heart.

"I will be," Namjoo lowered her head, "when you leave me again."