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THREE.


ACT III: COST


∎ MAYBE IT'S THE PRICE. Of falling in love with him and him falling for me. The price we both had to pay for. I always thought my fingers were long, slender and pretty. But what's in it if I can't even put them to use on him? Thoughts raced my mind and the for the first time ever(I've been having alot of first's with him), I felt overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with emotions, some that I didnt even knew existed until now. There was some kind of thing I can't explain,tugging my heart and the pit of my stomach. It doesn't feel right. It hurts and the same time churns. My doorbell rings(for the first time in years),as I opened the door, saw the man standing in front of me, looking like the snack he always was(the snack I couldn't savour). I let him in and closed the old wooden door behind me. He sat made himself comfortable on my couch. He took out a bottle of white wine from the bag.

We two sat on my balcony,looking at the crystal white snow, falling slowly ,packed on the sideways of the empty night streets of Seoul. "What do you mean it costs too much?"I asked. Yeah, the sentence was still repeating in my mind,as I didn't know what meaning laid under those simple yet deep words.

Silence. "It will cost more than burnt lips and I won't afford the price." He said. Now I was confused. What can't he afford? Maybe he is worried that my lips will be melted? Maybe his lips will be burnt? And on cue(i think he can read my mind),"It costs way more that that." He said. So me and and him sat there,clinking our glasses of wine,downing the freezing liquid. The coldness and the silence embracing us,as we watched everything in front of our gazes;serene.

"Ah!" A loud groan was heard. I snapped my head towards him,to see him clutching his heart,face filled with pure and raw agony. I immediately held his hand,my hands burning but I didn't mind,I held him and bring him to my bed. I looked at my hand, completely crimson and blistered. "What is happening?" I asked him. Worry laced my being as I saw him turn red from head to toe. "What is happening? Tell me!"I shouted at him,my mind wanting to burst with the silence as he is giving me as a reply. "I'm paying the price for falling in love, darling." He said. "No,NO!"I shouted. "Youre not paying anything!"I shouted. "I will pay." I said,sitting by his side on the bed. "No, you won't,I can't bear it." He said. "You think I can?"I asked, more f a statement than a question.



"What if we both don't pay for it?"I asked.

"Then he will make us pay for it in his way."He answered.


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