it's christmas eve
time for warmth, love and family
i miss my mom and i wish i could afford to go see her
but i can't and it hurts me knowing that she's been ill
but my aunt has told me she's seemingly getting better
the best i can do is text and see how she's doing
pathetic i know.
i reach for my phone resting on the nightstand
but it begins buzzing
i reach for it quickly and see who's calling
my aunt
"youngjae, i know you won't speak but your mother is in her last moments. i couldn't bring myself to tell you that she was getting worse, i'm sorry."
she speaks shakliy, voice croaky from crying
i hear shuffling and ragged breathing
i know they say it's impossible but i can recognise it
my mom's
"honey, i'm sorry we couldn't spend this christmas with eachother but always know that i love you no matter what."
loud, strained coughs are heard after
the tears already spilling from my tired eyes
my mouth opens wanting to shout a million words of love and affection to my mother in her last moments
but i just can't
i haven't used my voice in so long
i've forgotten to speak
frustrated i begin pulling my hair
i bring the phone closer to my face in one more attempt at saying something
anything
"i'm sorry but we must go now, the paramedics are here."
my aunt speaks frantically
before i know it the call has already ended
"i-i l-love yo-u eomma."
i whisper shakily holding my breath in attempt to make it easier
i have gained yet another loss
my mother never forgotten on this cold winter's night
my tears soaking into the pillow
my breath coming out in rigid puffs
i'm sorry 엄마.
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a/n i haven't written a chpater in so long.. im running out of pre written ones.. i need to get back into the groove
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mute 》2jae
Fanfiction'no matter how impossible, unattainable or unimaginable something may seem...if it's meant to be, it'll be.' it's simple really, youngjae the mute florist who happens to love writing poetry and jaebum the broken (who can't admit it) college...