Author's Note: Feels weird to use the word 'author'. Anyway, this is my very first fanfiction ever, and the first time in years that I'm writing for fun. I've been working on this story in my free time ever since I watched Cry and Dodger play through Jiwoo's route. I was distraught by the ending and I immediately wanted closure. So, I took the scenario that played out in my mind and transferred it into this. I actually have around 75 pages currently typed out, and if this intro and the next couple chapters are well-received, I guess I'll continue to put it out there. I've spent a lot of free time on it, so why not share it? I apologize in advance for any parts that seem out of character, I'm not sure how well I've represented Heejung and Jiwoo, but I hope I've done an okay job. It's a bit difficult when you really don't have too much material to pull from! Please be honest with reviews so I can hopefully adjust accordingly, but also keep in mind I'm new to this! Anyway, enough of my rambling!
"I have to go meet him!"
After finding the brown notebook amongst the pile of books on her shelves, they were the only words that could escape her. It was a promise she made to herself, however, she had come to realize within time that the chances of her finding someone she couldn't even possibly remember in a city that wasn't small by any means was close to impossible.
For a while, the thought haunted her every day, and it consumed her dreams every single night.
The notebook's pages were thin and torn from the several times she had perused the completely unbelievable words inside, and several details she found to be potentially important had been highlighted or underlined. However, months passed, and the notebook slowly began to collect dust.
Her life had become so busy after she had been released from the hospital after suffering from amnesia. With her family not coming forth to claim her, all the hospital bills were up to her to pay back. This along with her school loans, and the price of rent in the city of Busan caused her life to become an endless cycle of waking up early, working two jobs, and coming home late at night to collapse into bed.
Her free time became practically nonexistent, and when she did have a few minutes to do something, she spent it drawing, as it was the only stress relief she had.
The only link she had to her past, Heejae, had even drifted away from her. With her life being so centered on work, there was no way to find time to spend with him. She guessed this was just something natural that happened as people started to grow up and establish lives.
When she thought about this, her heart always sank. Was this her life now? Working all day at jobs she didn't even enjoy, to pay for bills she wished she didn't have. She wasn't even able to pursue a career in art, which had been her dream for years.
Sitting at the coffee shop she worked at, Heejung stared off, her thoughts completely drifting. She was tired, and felt as thought she was about to fall asleep at any moment. At least it was her break time.
Had it really been three whole years since that fateful day when her past became an endless sea of questions? Her head still ached when she thought about it. She had uncovered bits and pieces. She had gone to school for a business degree, but her dream was to become an artist. Her mother was someone who wanted nothing to do with her anymore, and when she reached out to ask why, she received no answers.
She was 24 now, and the questions she had about her past still greatly outnumbered the answers. Her thoughts drifted to the notebook. Yes, that was also one of the only links she had to the past. And yet, it seemed to only raise even more questions. Who was this person who had written the heartfelt note inside that felt like a fairytale?
"If you long for it...we will surely meet again, okay?"
That single phrase stuck with her the most. Of course she longed for it, more than anyone could possibly know, but it seemed all the efforts she made were only in vain.
She unconsciously twisted the silver ring on her finger, another relic from her past, staring out the coffee shop window at all the people passing by. It was dark outside, but her eyes still scanned the faces of every person walking by. Any of those people could potentially be the person she was supposed to find. Guilt formed a familiar pit in her stomach, and she mentally reminded herself that right now, at this moment, what was important was establishing herself and her life.
Her watch began to beep. Fifteen minutes was already up? Sighing, she stood and picked up the apron from the seat next to her, tying it around her waist and heading behind the coffee shop counter to continue her shift. Three more hours. Then she could go home and get some much needed sleep before her morning shift at the bookstore tomorrow.
And so the endless cycle continued.