All Light || binwoo

Love & Light; ch1

//Eunwoo's POV//

My hands grip the steering wheel as I bite back tears for the fifth time this car ride. It's painful to think that my beloved grandmother has passed on. She was the only person who wholeheartedly accepted me for who I am. I visited her every Tuesday, to check up on her and make sure she wasn't feeling too lonely. Although, for the past four months, I haven't been allowed near the house due to my her being extremely ill. After her husbands passing, she had gone into bit of a downwards spiral. He had always given me grief for not being "manly" enough, and he had always given her grief for not paying enough attention to his outrageous opinions.

"He was a no good sad sap." She'd say. "He never really loved me, I'm sure he just wanted my money." And then she's flip her silvery hair over her shoulder and sip slowly from her china teacup.

"Don't say that." I'd frown.

"Oh but it's true! I suspect he was having an affair with Winfred from next door, the damn skank."

My parents were always working. They never really took care of me. I had to grow up fast, or else I wouldn't have been able to survive. Although my childhood was very rushed, I still got simple enjoyment from visiting my grandma. I had always enjoyed her gardens. She kept them so well managed and clean, almost like she was trying to impress someone.

"There are fairies, you know." She'd poke my shoulder when I was young.

"Fairies aren't real grandma."

"Oh yes they are, and I take care of them. I clean the garden and provide small trinkets for them to play with. They sure do love their shiny things, but buttons also suffice."

Fairies aren't real, but I entertained her imagination. Her fascination with these pretend creatures made me think she was going insane for awhile. I'd come downstairs for a glass of water in the middle of the night to see her sitting in the kitchen chatting with the counter. But those days are long gone, and now I have to go back to her house all by myself and transfer her belongings to a nearby storage unit. Her lawyers read her will out to me in a very official looking room on a very high floor of a very tall building. It said:

My dearest Eunwoo may have whatever he wants of mine. He's also entitled to all the money in my bank account (in addition to any spare change he finds).

My only request is that he be the one to move my things. He's the love and light of my life and deserves all the happiness he can muster.

The extended family certainly wasn't happy with this. I've been getting calls and emails from people claiming they've known me since I was a baby. Of course, I'm sure I've met them once or twice when I was younger at family get togethers and whatnot. I got a government notice about a week ago saying I needed to remove my grandmothers things as soon as possible. Her house is being sold and torn down to build an apartment complex. Isn't that just the most cliche thing you've ever heard?

I round the corner of the long dirt driveway, wiping away the tears threatening to spill.

"She'd want you to be happy." I say to myself.

I park next to the white wooden gate leading to the front door. The sun shines brightly against the well manicured widow panes. I step out into the warm spring air, slightly chilled by a cool breeze. The thin fabric of my shirt presses up against my skin as sleepy wind swirls around me. I stand staring up at the house, collecting my thoughts.

"You have an entire week to clear this place out yourself." I say. "You can do this."

I approach the door and push my hand into the mailbox, blindly scraping around the bottom until I feel the spare key. With a hollow thunk, the door swings open revealing the pristine living room. Nothing is out of place. There's no dust anywhere. It's as if someone has been cleaning this place for the last month. I take off my shoes and socks in the entry way and step in. I feel something sharp beneath my foot. I wince and lift up my bare foot to see a silver sewing thimble. I bend down, pick it up, and bring it close to my face, inspecting the object.