fairy 𓄼 nct.

02

KANG JISEUL
13 years later.

"Jiseul-ah. Mom loves you, okay? Rest well, my daughter." My eyes teared up at the sound of my Mom's voice. I could hear how heartbroken she sounds.

"Jiseul.."

My eyes were closed and everytime I tried, I just couldn't open them. Help! I try to shout, but it felt like my mouth was taped together.

"I missed you."

Mom, help.. I tried so hard to reach out. To tell them I was okay. I wanted to wipe the tears off their cheeks. I wanted to hug everybody who was grieving for me and tell them that I am fine, I am safe.

"I've been waiting for you, love."

"Jiseul, you can go now. We're okay. We'll be okay, darling." I could feel my Mom's hand clasp on to mine, holding it tightly. I would do anything to squeeze their hand but it felt like my body wasn't mine anymore.

"I'm glad you're safe."

"My daughter, we love you. Thank you so much for being the best daughter a parent could ask for." My heart broke at my Dad's tired voice. I wanted so bad to hug and kiss them. I wanted to tell them that I love them too. So much.

"You still look beautiful."

But, I knew it was my time to go. I knew they would be better off without me. They would be better off without hospital bills to pay, medicines and treatments to waste money on.

"Do you remember me?"

Even though they tell me we were alright financially, I just knew we weren't. I would silently watch my Dad busy himself at work despite his age and my Mom would constantly cry with a pile of hospital bills in front of her whenever she thought I was asleep. Hearing her cry and knowing that my Dad was tired, already made me feel dead inside.

"I'll never disappear again."

I love you. A tear escaped my eye as I let myself go. Nevertheless, the life I lived, the friends I made, the family I had, were all perfect to me. This life, I had no regrets. And I will forever be thankful to the people who was on this journey with me.

"You're home,"

I sighed as I calmed myself down, smiling at the sound of a beep and I knew I was done. I, Kang Jiseul, is dead.

"Forever with me, my Ji-One."

⋯

I opened my eyes, staring straight into the ceiling. This isn't my room. The room was painted white, I looked around the room to scan it and I could confirm that this definitely wasn't mine. Where am I?

I sat on the very comfortable bed. I noticed that I was wearing a plain white dress and my hair was on a half ponytail with few strands on my face. My breath hitched at the realization, I had hair again. What happened?

I tried to recall what I did yesterday for me to be here. I definitely wasn't drunk because I don't drink alcohol and because I'm sick. Being at the hospital was all I could remember.