My Heart Beats For You

Memories

Yeonwoo's POV

How could she just say 'Good Morning'?

YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE HAVING A GOOD FUCKING MORNING!!!

WHAT ABOUT ME?! DO YOU REMEMBER ME?!

"G-Good morning, Nancy" Brenda tried to smile. Uncle and Aunt were clearly wearing sad faces, it seems like they couldn't hide it.

"Oh? Why is everyone sad? Cheer up! The day just started, more good things will come"

Gosh...... she's still her baby self... being so innocent and optimistic...

"Lil Sis, meet-" NO

I stood up, she was behind me, and I could feel the thorn forcefully pushing deeper inside my heart.

Without looking at anyone, I uttered.

"I'm done, I'm gonna go for a walk now" I left the table and my full plate and passed her. 

I was glad no one stopped me... but then... I felt the softest pair of hands holding my unwounded hand.

Fuck... I miss holding her soft hands...

"T-Take care, unnie"

Why are you doing this?

I retrieved my hand and nodded, holding myself not to look behind and hug her so damn tight and just never let her go.

"I will, thanks" I immediately jogged outside and ran to a small bridge nearby.

I stared down at the water beneath, and clenched my fists.

I opened my left palm and stared at it, I bursted in tears. AGAIN.

Flashback

"Yeonwoo unnie"

"Mm"

"Yeonwoo unnie"

I opened my eyes and met her beautiful hazel brown pearls. 

"Can you release my hand now? We're gonna do our homework" She gently asks and sat up.

I gave her a smile and shook my head.

"Eh? Whyyyyy?" I grabbed her arm and pulled her to lie back beside me. She blushes, and I giggled.

"Just a minute, I'll sleep eventually"

"But my hand isn't a pillow"

"But it's soft like one, we can do it tomorrow, it's a weekend anyways" She stared at my eyes, and I stared back at hers. She gently kissed the tip of my nose and closed her eyes.

"Okay then, let's get some sleep"

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"Mommy? Who was that?" Asks the young woman, sitting down while staring at the left plate.

"She's....."

"She's?"

"Your..."

Nancy raised her brows and finally looked at her crying mother. Then at the crying Brenda. Then at her father who was holding her mother's hand.

She sighed, and with a tear, she muttered to herself.

"I **** *** *** **, I'm sorry for asking"

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I ran down by the pond and grabbed a bunch of pebbles on the ground. 

I began throwing them so hard in the water, letting out the rest of the pent up anger I got.