Hello faithful followers! I'm sorry to say that this is a new story instead of a continuation. I'm thinking of working on my kh story soon too. This story will be short. Only a few chapters and I plan to finish it quickly so that I don't leave it like I do my others. I hope you enjoy it. This is my Faith; The Great Doctor story about Eun Soo and Choi Young's ending.
It was a peaceful day, like it always was whenever he visited. The sun bared down on Choi Young and if not for the slight wind coming over the hills, he would have baked in his dark armor. The soft wind moved the grass around him and he could hear the branches, of the tree that he leaned on, swaying in the wind. A strange feeling always came over him in this place- no matter how peaceful it was.
He felt a gut-wrenching pull on his heart. No matter how many times he told himself to be patient or that the pain was all in the past, his wounds from that day opened up anew. It wasn't the nearly mortal wound that almost killed him that day, though sometimes that acted up as well. It was the helplessness he felt. He watched as the woman, that he loved but never told, was dragged kicking and screaming away from his dying form. The wind was loud in his ears and with ever erratic heartbeat his body would lose more blood from his wound. He couldn't do anything as she half ran/ half fell into the blue swirling gateway. She was gone in a second and he crammed his eyes tight as he felt his breath becoming thinner and thinner.
"Tae Jung!" He heard from far far away- "General! Tae Jung!" He tried to open his eyes but he could feel his heart drifting. He tried to tell himself that she would come back as soon as she was back. She would save him with her heavenly tools and she could finally stay with him.
He didn't feel anything after that. The pain was gone and he was in that place again. His father was there; his father that he hadn't seen in so long in his dreams was there again and greeting him joyfully. Choi Young couldn't smile back though. He didn't even care if it was his body or just his mind but he cried. For the first time in a long time, more than just a simple tear that he couldn't block. He fell to his knees and sobbed. His heart hurt more that it had ever before thinking about her. He felt and understood her words. She would live but as a dead person. He wasn't crying for his own pain or death but for how he knew that she thought.
He didn't have to fight the tears now like he did back then. It was his moment of weakness. Now he kept his dull pain inside and as he looked around him he could have sworn that his pain was finally getting to his mind. a woman's form passed the tree through the grass. She wore a large straw hat that covered her face and neck and she walked with a purpose away from him. It seemed as if any next step she took, that she would turn back toward him and smile- her long hair pulled together over one of her shoulders.
With a shake of his head, he cleared the thought from his mind. A small wind blew his hair out of his face and he smiled a little. He wanted to believe that the wind was a gentle reminder from her- that she had sent her thoughts through time and over the wind just to remind him to live for her.
It was a peaceful day, just like it had been since she arrived there. The sun bared down on Eun Soo and if not for the wind continually blowing her direction, she would have overheated. The wind blew at the small trees around and the papers of the journal that she was scribbling in. She stopped her hand and looked up at the nothing around her. She sat there for a good while, not thinking but feeling. Her stomach was turning inside out at the feelings surrounding her day. She knew what this day held; the day that she had been waiting for was finally here.
Her stomach did a back flip thinking about not only this day but also that day in the past. She saw him laying there- bleeding out into the grass field that surrounded him. The blue swirling door pulled her through, back to her world. Seoul, South Korea hadn't changed in the time that had or hadn't passed. It was night feeling of dread that she felt became stronger and stronger with every footstep. She pushed herself to run faster as she sprinted as if for her own life, instead of his. There were too many stairs. There were too many people blocking her path. It took too long for her to gather supplies and run back to the swirling door. Every day she tried to think of the reason she ended up where she did- too many years in the past. But when she landed in that grassy field again and ran and searched for him finding nothing, she couldn't think of a single thing besides him. She fell to her knees and stared into the air around her. The wind blew in her ear and the door had closed. A tear rolled down her face.
Now, sitting in the place that she had just started to call home, she closed her journal and looked up into the sun, blinded for a second before raising a hand to shield her eyes. The wind blew harder and she pulled her bag onto her shoulder and made her way out the gate to the road outside. She never went much farther from that hill, that tree, that gate. She took up residency in the town nearby and always kept a close eye on her journal- waiting for the right day.
She didn't know what she expected but she tried not to think of it now on her brisk walk there. Before she was full of dread. She saw the wounds that he had. She knew that he would die if he didn't get medical treatment and even if he did, the things that the doctors there would do might not have even helped. There was more than a 75% chance that he was dead and when she first fell to her knees in that field that was all that she could think about. Now on the road- the hills and tree in the distance- she could only feel her stomach twisting. She told herself that if he was dead, she would have known. She would have died herself. But even then she needed to know. Even if she found herself twenty, fifty, one hundred years too late, she would finally know.
Please tell me what you think! I'd love to hear if I messed anything up x) I'll be writing one or two more chapters- probably the latter if I want to make a more complete story.