44 | you don't 'just exist'

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"to live is the rarest thing in the world.
most people exist, that is all."

— Oscar Wilde —

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[ 3RD PERSONS VIEW]


September 3, 2017.

The gruesome day for the Choi family as they had just lost a family member, Choi Hyosun.

Haruka sat in the backseat of her father's car, gazing out at the scenery as they drove their way to Jinhae-gu. Her father, Choi Hajoon, was bawling upon the phone call. He knew about her sickness, yet he couldn't persuade her to get it cured. Hyosun was so keen about Haruka not existing that she ridiculed herself, talking back that she wasn't sick. That she was fine. But in reality, she wasn't, and she let it get to her.

Haruki's face was expressionless, eyes turned dull after hours and days of crying. Each day she would cry herself to sleep. Coming home only to find out her mother wasn't there, her mother won't be hugging her, it was enough to make her cry a whole river.

Patting down her hair, she viewed herself in the mirror. Dressed in black, her supposedly bright golden eyes were flashing in pain.

"Haruki? It's time." she cranes her head towards the doorway, seeing her father standing with a sympathetic look.

Her heart lightened for a bit as if a portion of the pain was swept away just by the sight of her father. She ran up to him, engulfing him in a hug, not being able to suppress the tears.

Hajoon caressed his daughter's head, running his fingers through her light brown hair, mumbling soft words to quell her from her heavy heart.

"I-Is Haruka with you?" she croaked out, her voice weary and trembling. She looked up at him, hope feeling her eyes.

Haruki missed her sister so much.

Hajoon nodded before saying, "She's downstairs, Haruki."

They went down, Haruki meeting the eye of the person she's been dying to see. Arms wrapping around the girl tightly, the warmth from Haruki reciprocating into Haruka's body.

It felt like they were whole. Like a part of them has been brought back after being snatched away. Haruki buried her face into the crook of Haruka's neck, her words muffled, "I miss you so much."

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