3 Ways

A Day Alone

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Chorong stormed into the police department nearly soaked from the heavy rain. She could still hear the thunder crying throughout the sky from inside, but all she was conscious of was her racing mind.

"Where's Officer Park!? I need to speak with Officer Park!" Chorong shouted the second she stepped into the office.

"Who are you? Do you have an appointment with him?"

"I just need to see Office Park! It's an emergency," Chorong spoke through her calmness.

There was water dripping from her hair and her shirt and she was well aware of the puddle she was creating in the police station, but she couldn't be mindful of it as of right now.

"Let me call him first," the officer in front of her promised and picked up his phone.

Chorong quickly nodded with her slightly heavy breathing. She was worried. Something, anything could have happened to Victoria and Namjoo was in no state of help. The spy was at their back and her father would be on their tail soon.

Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

"Chorong?"

She quickly spun around to see Changmin walking in with a binder in hand. Chorong couldn't help, but tense up at his entrance.

"Oh...hey," Chorong awkwardly greeted.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. "Your sister stopped by earlier."

"Did she?" Chorong tried not to show surprise.

"Are you here to see Officer Park?"

"Not really."

"Officer Park is in his office," the officer said while placing the receiver back down.

Chorong turned to look at him with a smile and turned around to look at Changmin with a slight laugh.

"So I have an appointment," Chorong nodded her head and worked to hold back embarrassment. "See you some other day."

Shuffling her feet she quickly exited the office and made her way down the hall.

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Namjoo could remember the day she'd fought with Victoria and had run out. She still recalled thinking of jumping off the bridge and how alone she thought she was. And she remembered how much it had stung her before Luhan suddenly appeared. Namjoo couldn't be sure if her life had gone down after his appearance or if it had gotten any better. All she knew now was how hurt she was and had always been.

It hadn't been any better for her in the Joseon Dynasty. And thinking back to how she'd relived the worst possible moments tore her up inside over and over again till she was literally nothing. Namjoo didn't know how she was faring through these.

She twirled her hands and felt the warmth from his hand flow through her skin, but it didn't ease her any more than the fact that he could be gone in a minute, an hour, a second.

"Namjoo, don't cry," she heard him as he wiped those oncoming tears, but her heart ached so heavily she couldn't stop it. "Not for me."

"It's not fair," Namjoo cried, "why do I have to lose you. You love me, don't you?"

She raised her eyes up to look at him only to feel more tears run down and Luhan uselessly wipe them away again.

"Then why can't you be with me?" she sobbed.

She could feel her chest shaking as her sobs peaked. Namjoo knew she looked pathetic, but she couldn't convey her pain in any other way. How...what could she do to make him stay with her? She heard herself sob and clutch onto his hand even tighter even if she was aware that his fingers were hurting because of her. Namjoo didn't want to let him go. Not since her life had spanned after losing him in the Joseon Dynasty. It had been such a horrendously long time.