The detectives best friend

Part 8- guilt

Fei hung woke up. She squinted as the bright morning sun blinded her. She sat up, yawned and rubbed her eyes, the smell of roses was strong in the damp morning air, she took a deep breath and felt pleasant. Of course, she did remember the murder. She felt uneasy about this one, which was strange because she's never felt anything like remorse, guilt or pain. What was this feeling? For the first time, she didn't know how to feel about a murder. Usually she felt okay, but why didn't she this time? Is it because her flowers didn't get any nutrients? She decided it was that and tried to ignore the strange feeling. She left the house and went to a breakfast bar. There was people there, but not many. For some reason, fei hung felt the need to cover her face and be less obvious. What is going on today? Is she ill? She thought about what would be good to eat to cure her, then ordered
"One hangover soup and rice with kimchi and egg rolls please"
The waitress bowed and gave her order to the chef. Fei hung waited.
Why is this chair so uncomfortable? Why does my stomach feel weird? Why do I have butterflies? Is this... guilt?
Fei hung recognized this feeling. It's the feeling of guilt. Something fei had never felt before, something she was unfamiliar with. She didn't know why she felt it... she's usually ok after murders. It was different this time. She didn't use a gun and the last thing she said to her victim was 'sorry not sorry'. Is there something... something about her murders that makes her ok? A pattern?
The food arrived and fei hung was snapped out of her deep thoughts. She bowed to say thank you to the waitress and picked up the spoon. As she brought the spoonful of soup to her lips she was oblivious, deep in thoughts and awe because of this strange feeling, the spoon hit her lips and burned her. She jumped and hit her knee onto the table knocking over the scorching hot bowl of soup onto her legs
"Shit!"
She yelled and proceeded to try to stand up but fell backwards over her chair. She sat on the floor. And cried.
What the hell? What is this? Am I crying? I must be going crazy!
Waitresses helped her up and fei hung wiped her eyes with her sleeve
"I'm sorry! Do you want us to prepare a new bowl for you?"
The waitresses offered many things for her but fei hung just shook her head and bowed and apologized, then left. She ran out but as she flung open the tent curtains she hit into a flat, strong chest
"Fei hung?"
Fei hung looked up to see the puffy red face of moo young, he'd cried. He'd cried a lot.
"Why...?"
They walked to a nearby bench and put their arms around each other. They sat in silence, the only thing breaking it is the muffled sniffs of moo young on fei hung's shoulders
"Dad..."
Moo young let go of fei hung and looked at her
"Dad ran away..."
"R-... ran... away?"
Moo young nodded. Detective Kim... ran away... this is a big setback in fei hung's plan. In her vile, scheming head, she formed a plan right there.
"Moo young"
He looked at her
"I'll help you find your dad"

*dobong-dong: Dobong-dong is a dong, a neighbourhood of Dobong-gu in Seoul, South Korea. The dong (neighborhood) is one of the four located in the Dobong District.
*writer note*
I think I might have a schedule now. I'll post a new chapter every Wednesday, if I miss it feel free to harass and spam me about it because I'm forgetful so... yeah.
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                                                                                                     Jack ;)