You Are No Longer Alone

Epilogue

His heels digging into the white sand. Group of seagull wings and a splash of gentle waves looked like shimmering light, twinkling and blinding as if sunlight refracted them into such a quick and wavering images. The auroral scenery include a figure in white satin dress, short hair and a pair of worried eyes. He ran and the sand beneath his feet turned into cold linen.

This past few months for Kangwoo, felt like a never ending deja vu of waking up to a dark ceiling, meters too low, a pungent scent of neon smoke and a remnant of fuzzy liquor down his throat, way too bold. It was always in his room, fortunately, not on some empty road or unfamiliar places or building, because his blackout still visited him, taking over his sanity, dragging him away and into the chasm he couldn't fathom.

At night, he would be sitting outside his room, looking up at the sky and wondered if he could follow the path of the stars to somewhere far, finding peace and maybe a new identity, but the tattoo on his wrist kept remind him that there was thing in this world that he can't change, and that was when he really wanted to kill himself. Sharp blade across the skin, but he always failed to bring it deeper to his vein. He was doomed to live that life. The sight of that day on that abandoned studio, when he strangled the man, tangling up in his head; loud pulse and stomach turn, a silent scream that pierced deep into the night and came back to him as a dark phantasm from behind the lifted curtain or in between the splattering rain on his window pane, whenever he woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, fighting off nightmares.

And when he saw Kwonjoo that night, he thought that maybe, his head played some tricks to dupe him. A dreamlike scene that wasn't real. But she was really there.

For some moment, he felt like he was alive.

Too alive that when Kwonjoo approached and reached out her hand, he didn't think twice and enveloped that dainty hand with his.

"I find you", she said and Kangwoo smiled.

Soft features and delicate tone of voice, Kangwoo couldn't describe how much he missed it all. So when she wrapped him with a warm swaddle of her arms, he didn't pull back and let himself sank, inhaling the scent of autumn that caught on her coat. He was home.

Then, his days after that night, were occasionally filled with festive laughs between a clink of glass of frizzling wheat, sharp glare of fluorescent light and gladsome faces floating under low ceiling; his room is no longer monochromatic. Golden Time Team has also found him.

Today, he find himself sitting on the grass, jotting down something on his journal. Names, photos, firm strokes; straight and curvy lines coming out as a short note below each images. In some other pages, are recording of bugs and orange butterflies.

"What are you doing?" the voice chime in. She sits down next to him, arms grazing with every moves when she tries to take a look at what he is writing.

"a diary?" he says with a grin.

"You know, you can put a better photo of mine." She points out at the photo near the edge of the page, forehead creasing, "and what is that? 'she is better at driving right now'? Really, Team Leader Do? Can you write something else below my photo?"

But Kangwoo doesn't listen. The gel pen continue clicking on the paper, inking every inch of it with some new memories he wants to remember.

"They are waiting for us." Kwonjoo suddenly says, "You can continue writing that after we eat." Eyes spark with joy, glittering with excitement as she takes the pen and the book away from his lap and put it back to her bag.

With hands holding together, they walk down the vast green field. Once in a while, Kwonjoo will turn her head to see him, enticing smile carved on pretty lips, hazel eyes that looks only at him and a soft 'come on' when they are near a little pond where the team is waiting.

They are familiar faces, hands waving high and enthusiastic. One calling out his name, the other run to him and grab his other hand, dragging him away from Kwonjoo. He turns his face to look at her, she just nods and smiles.

Kangwoo knows that it is time to forget all the cracking images. There is no more griefs and misery, all of it has disintegrated into a small part of dust in every dreams where sunlight drift and turn them into a dripping string of crystal beads.

Darkness dissipates and it will never return.

And as he looks at her who now sits across to him, her words when she found him that night, echoing again in his ears. Beautiful words to mend a heart that was once broken and to guide a way home.

"Team Leader Do, what you have to know now, you are no longer alone."

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A/N : I can't believe I actually write a fanfiction. Really. I never imagine myself being too invested to a drama that I feel the need to write down the scenes that keep playing in my head after the last episode ended. I then rewatched some of Voice 2 episodes, and I decided to make the dialogue between Kwonjoo and Kangwoo at the hospital in episode 11, as the main theme of this fanfiction. I am not good at writing, and this fanfiction is still so lacking, I, again, sincerely want to thank everyone who read, and even drop their votes and comments. Thank you for all the kind words ♡.

Lastly, I just want to say that I love Lee Hana and Lee Jinwook so much.