A story of a woman with a limited time to live and a man with a lot of spare time to love.
What to expect:
Strong language❌
Explicit scenes❌
Adult Themes✔
Depression✔
Romance✔
Sickness✔
Death✔
Love✔
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The message announced Sa-rang's and Ji-Seong's final date; she was glad to have held the distance.
Especially now, the pains were more persistent, and her body flinched. This night probably signed one of her last nocturnal outings.
Soiree, she wished the message were more precise as she slid the hangars of her dressing to settle for a pale blue Elie Saab dress. The model was extended, with long sleeves, like the dress she wore at her first rendezvous. Some parts had lace and were see-through. Close to the body, the dress spread out from the knees in a transparent trail; the ensemble was elegant, making it fit the term soiree.
Sa-rang let her hair down. Having worn her hair in a bob for many years, she loved having her auburn dyed hair sway freely down her back. As for the makeup, she made it very light, opting for contouring in the highlight, which gave a face a luminous glow.
One would think she went for a kill in seduction, but as she put on her Mikimoto Morning Dew earrings, not only did Sa-rang realize it was for her pleasure, but she wondered what would become of all these gowns and jewelry she collected over the years.
Soon she would be 6ft under, and these things would remain. Sonmi cared not for material things, so Sa-rang's accessories would be orphans.
Maybe Yoona would like them; she made a mental note to add her wardrobe to Yoona's list. Preparing for death was more natural than she expected; with a bit of organization, one could go in peace. Sa-rang knew she was trying to be pragmatic because she promised herself she would be that way.
As always, the driver was on time, Sa-rang regretted not having spoken to the man more. It was the last time she would see him, and she felt a tiny pinch in her heart.
The car stopped in front of the Seoul Opera, Sa-rang liked classical music, but she had rare occasions to go. She made many excuses when with In-Sung, she found time to meet Ji-Seong without much hassle. Sa-rang mistreated her ex-husband, and as she got out of the car, she felt ashamed of herself.
It was too late now; what was done was done. God had blessed her with a gentle and kind man, but she spoiled everything. Sa rang exhaled; she had repaired half her wrongs by setting things right via In-Soo.
Once again, the chauffeur handed her an envelope, there were many people, and she had a little apprehension when she approached the counter, but she was stopped before by someone who recognized the envelope, "this way, madame," said the man.
"Don't you need the envelope?"
The man smiled, "Madame, it's empty."
Sa-rang opened the envelope. The man was right; it was empty. It made sense; even if someone took it, no one could suspect its meaning.
The man took her to a private box. As usual, she was alone Sa-rang did not even hear Ji-Seong enter when the lights went out.
