Mystic Messenger - Saving the Twins - A 707 Short Story

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Jihyun was once again on his way to Rika's old apartment, the memories remaining and having a strong feeling of melancholy wave through his body. Even with his half blind vision, he could make out the building of the apartment and waked inside, taking the elevator to the 14th floor. Even though he didn't know the code to the front door, just being able to lean against it was enough for him.

His hearing and touch had grown sensitive while his eyes deteriorated. It was a relief to be able to have something else to rely on, but nothing could possibly be as good as vision.

As the elevator doors opened up, the blue haired man stepped out and walked down the hallway to the fifth door to his left. He could only look at the door and reminisce how he had once come here to take Rika out for dinner.

A small smile appeared on his face as he remembered her gentle laugh as she teased him about being eager to go out. He remembered how she seemed to look like she was sparkling with joy every time they met up. The way she would tilt her head to the right ever so slightly when asking him a question when she was curious, the way her pupils would grow large whenever he brought her a bouquet of elegantly arranged flowers, even the way she would entwine her soft fingers with his; he remembered every single detail about her, the old Rika.

He leaned his forehead against the door, feeling a moistness on his cheeks. It dripped down his sharp jawline and pooled on the carpet below. He removed his sunglasses and leaned down on his knees, fighting back the urge to cry aloud.

No matter how many times he thought about it at night, during the day, when he took his photographs, he couldn't see how Rika had turned to the darker side of her heart.

She had a therapist, one of the best in the country, and lots of good friends. She had him, the one person that loved her to the ends of the Earth. He promised her he'd be with her until the moment he breathed his last breath. Jihyun's love for Rika was something words couldn't possibly describe. 

But with all the time he spent with her, all the special moments they had, all those comforting hugs and words he gave her, it still wasn't enough to save her.

"Not my Rika."

Jihyun could no longer contain himself as he sat on his legs and cried it out silently. His heart was breaking more and more as the time went on. Nothing and no one could possibly help him at this point.

Two years ago, he was ready to put his body on the line in exchange for Rika's mental health to go back to normal. Now, he was ready to put his life on the line, his very being, if only just so he could hold her in his arms one last time.

With his weakening eyesight, he wanted the last thing his eyes to see to be Rika's smiling face. It would forever be his last and dying wish. A faint sob escaped his lips, bringing along more as he wept in solitude.

"Rika... I miss you so much."

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"Where?! Where is she?! Why can't I get a signal?!"

Seven shouted as he banged his fists against the table. His chips dropped to the ground, unopened as the can of Dr. Pepper rolled off the table onto the ground. His hair was a mess, even though he had taken a shower just before texting the others in the chatroom.

He still hadn't completely dried it off, the towel he used hanging over his shoulders around his neck. Droplets of waters would occasionally roll down locks of his hair and drip onto the chair he was sitting on or onto his now soaked shoulder.

Grabbing a lock of his hair tightly, he inhaled and tried to calm himself down.

"Okay, okay. No signal from her tracker, no signal from her phone. Great, just great! How am I supposed to find her if I have no leads whatsoever?!"