Falling soul, rising sun
reflecting the darkness' moon
Deeply hurt, gently healed
as the time flowed
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Main character : Song Areum.
This is a heart story.
As she sees her work breaking and fa...
I guess I'll go in...Areum, duh! I turn the door's knob and I open the door. I go in and stay at the entrance looking at the man sitting behind the desk. I'll wait for him to first look at me. Oh, he's raising his head.
-Why are you standing there? Come and take a seat, my dear.
Excuse me what? my dear? who's dear? He needs to chill. I sat on the black sofa in the middle of the room. The room was chic and simple. Chic&simple, just right, that's my style. Two black sofas with a small glass table in the middle. The walls were gray, light gray. The painting on the wall facing me caught my attention. I was mesmerized, it seemed so familiar...
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- Your parents and I used to pass so much time there...
My attention went from the painting to the PD-nim who was now standing beside the sofa I was sitting on, looking at the painting. His eyes seemed so full of emotions, a breeze of nostalgia. Did he know my parents? I was not expecting this at all.
-How do you know my parents?
He sat in front of me.
-How are they? As passionate and cheerful as always?
Heol, answering my question with a question... But he was right. They were indeed passionate in whatever they decided to do. Always looking at the positive side. They always gave their all in everything. No regrets. That's what they used to always say.
No regrets, I looked down and I smiled to myself thinking about these words. I felt nostalgic. I rose my head again, facing him.
-They passed away, three weeks ago. I said with a calm tone, bitter smile which was betrayed by my watery eyes. I refused to let out a tear, no more tears. I wanted to always smile at their thought. They are a happy memory.
A happy memory, repeating these words I let a smile draw itself on my face. That's it, good girl. I could see that PD-nim was speechless. I don't know if he didn't know what to say or if he just could not believe.
At my surprise, he leaned in and patted my head.
-You must have gone through a lot, ouri Areumie. He calmly said, he gave me a smile but I could see how sad his eyes were.
He stopped patting my head.
- I met your parents back in the days when we were all in college. Your dad was an international exchange student in the university we were going to, your mother and I. We met each other in the art club since the day we met each other, we always stayed together. He stopped talking for second, smiling, feeling nostalgic. I was just listening, imagining a young version of my parents. He continued. The painting is a park near a lac that we called the ''youth lac''.
That's when it hit. That's where we used to always do picnics. So that place held more than my own memories. I loved the idea of a place full of memories, the memories of two generations.
