«Yah jinjiha...»
This flat clearly is as empty as my will to live right now... I think to myself, looking desperate at the sight of my empty and white walls.
I came to Seoul after so much time, that I didn't even realized how much the city and the people here changed... It's unbelievable.
My mother would've been crazy over it, looking everywhere for food to buy for my sister and goodies to bring over to Busan...
However, even if it brings back old memories, I still am satisfied with this choice... But how long will it last, that, I can't really deem it.
Oh wait...
«It's already that late?» I suddenly notice, picking my phone up to consider the time I will have left to sleep until my first day at the university.
It's already 1:07.
I'm going to have it rough tomorrow...
Though it is not that far from my appartement, it's only twenty minutes away, bus rides included...
«Maybe I should give Hyunae a call ...» I say, gazing at my contacts list, trying to figure out my best friend's surname...
I thought I could afford myself this year a new home and try to start a new life, make new friends with new people, find another job and forget Dongmin...
But...
« I guess it won't be as easy as I thought...»
«That's because you don't allow yourself to go forward...»
I then sharply steer myself in my barely furnished living room, seeking by all means to find if anyone is with me. But no, nothing.
« Sunhi, gwaenchanh-a?» the voice suddenly but softly asks, making me sigh in relief.
I immediately spy out my best friend's voice, shaking my head to get my mind clear while picking the phone up to my left ear.
Her voice truly calmes and soothes me whenever I'm facing those kind of difficulties...
« Malhae, Sunhi! I'm worried for you...» she blurts out, trying to fix her earphones. « Did you take your medicines by the way?»
«Ye. I'm fine. Geogjeong mala, Hyunae...» I whisper, trying to reassure myself, looking at the empty, illuminated streets from my balcony.
« Mwo? This totally looks like a lie to me... but I'm fine with it if that's what you want to make me believe...»
Hyunae always knows whether I'm going to lie or not, because I don't want to worry her about my health conditions, and my mental depression. I always try to figure out how to make things look easy and simple, but I've just reached the point where I can't even figure out how I'm feeling inside, how I'm totally aware, but also ignoring my precarious conditions...
« Hyunae, I feel like I'm going to tear up. I'm falling apart...» I suddenly whine, shedding tears as I light a cigarette up my dried lips.
« Yah jinjiah... I willingly just stopped my YouTube video for you... To hear you babbling and lie to me. » She complains, knowing that it makes me want to scream my pain out.
I slightly let a satisfied yet nervous giggle out, making one of my tear stream over my right cheek.
« How's your new neighborhood from so far?» she asks, trying to make a conversation.
I gladly take part of it, inhaling a puff of toxic air from my almost done cigarette.
« Well, everyone seems kind and caring. I got an egg pie from the neighbor living in the opposite side of the building. She's adorable. But if I end up meeting her in the elevator and she brutally stabs me, that's totally acceptable too...»
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Ever A Never After
FanfictionSuffering from amnesia, a twenty two years old woman still tries to keep her promise to three of her childhood friends by returning to Seoul, for them, and for her father, suffering from cancer, and whose pharmaceutical shop is in danger, indeed :...
