A sharp exhale is heard.
"Dead, huh?" Eun-Hyuk questions, leaning back on a dining chair.
"That's what I heard," I mumble as I fiddle with my thumbs.
"So, that'd make me a ghost, or something; right?" He asks.
I shrug.
"I mean, that'd explain some things," Eun-Hyuk whistles.
"Like, why your co-workers couldn't see me, and so on."
"But, I can see you; even touch you!" I exclaim.
He stares at his hands, clenching them; and unclenching them.
"Does this mean I couldn't pass on or something?"
"Maybe you had something to do before you died, and since you couldn't complete it; you've been given a second chance before you pass on?" I say, my hands trembling as they're clamped to my knees.
At this point, I'm really just saying whatever comes to mind.
"How am I supposed to find out what it was?" He sighs.
I hum in silence for a few seconds.
"Maybe If we go to places you've been to, memories will return?" I spit out.
It's a stupid idea.
I don't know why I said it.
"That could work," he finally says; murmuring in a quiet breath.
I jolt, and question him with a; "What?"
He reassures me, what he said is true.
"I think that could work." Eun-Hyuk smiles.
×
With nowhere else to start; I think it's best to go to the source.
Eun-Hyuk's family home.
The address was put beneath the number in the phone book.
Once I'm sure Eun-Hyuk's prepared, we leave.
×
I knock on the wooden front door before me.
"Coming," a familiar, feminine voice says.
She opens the door, "How may I help you?"
"U-uh. I'm Choi Hwan-Jae, we spoke last night on the phone?"
Her eyes widen, before her eyelids lower and she averts her gaze.
"Of course, come in; I'll get some tea."
As her back is turned I turn to Eun-Hyuk and nod, motioning my head inside.
He seems unnaturally calm, or, expressionless; rather.
I take a seat and she walks in with a tray of cups and a teapot in both hands.
She sets them on the table before me and settles into her chair.
She really looks like Eun-Hyuk.
"It's a little odd," she says, pushing strands of hair out of her face.
"All of Eun-Hyuk's 'friends,' never came to his funeral, I've never met any of the people he says changed him."
"You were friends?"
I clear my throat and answer with a croaky "Yes."
She circles her pointer finger around the top of her cup before sipping the tea she brewed.
YOU ARE READING
ghost
Romance× Choi Hwan-Jae is your regular twenty-four-year-old guy, he's making a living off being a barista; which is... well, it's work. In this day and age, you need work to survive. After a shift, Hwan-Jae decides to go out drinking with a few co-workers...
