Secrets Aren't Lies

Chapter 5

My mind boggles from everything that has happened thus far. I try not to target my thoughts to be about Hongbin, but I can't shake away the idea of him making a will at his young age. Why would he of had one made already? He certainly couldn't of predicted that he was going to get shot on his lunch break that day, or he wouldn't of gone out. But, what could he of possibly been hiding and why didn't he tell me he had a will wrote out? I suppose there would be no point in telling me, everybody makes a will, just at different points in their lives. I think.

I just stroll alongside the sidewalk, trying to clear my mind. I stop thinking about it and just look around me, gazing at the sights that I used to adore. I put my center of attention on the giant screens, seeing so many advertisements for new products. My nose tingles with the delightful smells coming from nearby restaurants. I decide to walk a little on the outside of the busy streets, going towards the Han River where it's quieter, more peaceful.

I always loved coming here alone, to just gawk at the never ending stream of water. I would laugh softly when I would see fish jump out of the gorgeous water, it always amused me. I am so caught up with my visions of the river that I wasn't looking forward, not reacting enough to stop my slow momentum and step to the side as a person walks towards me.

Suddenly, I collide into a tall figure, getting pushed backwards and plummeting onto the hard cement. I whimper in agonizing pain and gasp slightly.

I look up, but I see a shadow as the man is blocking off the sun, standing above me. He is hooded, wearing a black jacket, ripped skinny jeans, and black and white sneakers, but I can't see his face.

His hands quickly pull down his hood. His eyes are widened and his hands reach out to me. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, are you alright?" He grabs my arms and lifts me up, carefully, brushing me off.

I shake, looking at him. His hair is jet black with a side swept fringe, and eyes are a shade of milk chocolate brown. I couldn't shake the feeling that he looked awfully familiar.

His demeanor is very intimidating. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, but his are different. When I look into his, it feels like darkness emerging as the sun falls and dusk rises. It feels like when you're alone at night and you look down to only see your casted shadow from the street lights.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." I say quietly, looking away as I rub the back of my scraped arm, trying to remember where I've seen him before. I have to say this man is extremely handsome, but he's kind of scary looking at first with his outfit.

His long slender index and middle fingers press under my chin gently, making me look towards him. "Are you sure I didn't hurt you? You look sad." he looks into my eyes, deeply, and it feels like my heart stops. It's almost like his eyes are analyzing every inch of me.

"T-that's for something else." I push his hand away from me.

I get a closer look at him and I feel an electric shock go through my head. 'There's no way this could be him.' I think to myself. 'I used to think he was the cutest guy in school! I was always too shy to talk to him. He looks totally different now though, that he's been through a tragic lifetime that he has locked away deep inside. I didn't see him very often, but when I did, I avoided him.' my thoughts keeping me occupied, I don't realize that I am standing there in front of him, silently.

"Hello?" The man questions, waving his hand in front of my face.

"Oh! I'm sorry. You might not remember me, but I think we went to school together." I state softly.

"Hmm, now that you mention it, I recognize you a little. You were the new girl freshman year." He nods, showing a slight smile.

"Yeah." I laugh gently, "Well, I'm sorry for running into you." I bow slightly, getting ready to keep walking.