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Title: Song Bird
Ch. II
She left like a storm. Leaving behind the mess of feelings she'd made, her things and belongings were still stashed away in the boxes he's all too unwilling to let go.
Her clothes still hung in their closet next to his.
Everything was still left unchanged for 1 year. 1 year without her. Her absence seems frightening, especially on nights when it rains.
He could vividly recall the day when he'd came home. He had prepared a practiced speech of eloquent apologies and his reflections, wanting to give up everything for her. It didn't matter that he didn't get those shares, the shares which could easily free him from his father's every domineering control, the shares that would allow him to finally make a free choice and not see the consequences for it. Those shares that could help them build a life together in a binding promise as men and wife. But what are those shares, when she's no longer there when he gets them?
He opened the door after much thought, calling out to her as he enters.
The kitchen room was dimly lit, and he had a odd feeling about it.
He walked forward nonetheless.
What greeted him was none other than a pair of keys, keys with the heart shape chain that he had picked out for her. They were her keys to their apartment. Thoughts raced through his mind as he rushed across the kitchen to the hall, searching for signs of her presence. But only finding her absence. After ransacking the whole apartment for a note or letter, he finally crumbles by their bedside.
A small note hurriedly scrawled in her neat writing finalized the words she'd said to him only the night before.
Don't look for me, I've left.
I won't be coming back.
Good bye.
She didn't even give him a chance.
He felt his eyes soured, the hot tears were gathering beneath his eyes. At anytime, he would have held them in, and pushed them back because that was how he was taught and raised. Crying will get you no where.
But for the first time since his reunion with his mother, he let it go again. His large fallen form shook as tears of loss slid down his cheeks.
The sound of his cries were muffled by the loudness of the windy rain slapping against his window. He wanted to hate her. But he couldn't.
He hated how she could just leave him like that. Leave him in a mess she doesn't even know she'd made.
He crushed her pillow against his face as he cried himself to sleep, forgetting that tomorrow will once again bring the reality crashing down on him.
One year later
"How was she?"
Despite having graduated from university, Myung-soo still hung out in the private club like he had been doing in high school.
Young-do shook his head, before answering him.
"Nothing much."
"Ya, you have to stop being so picky! If you keep being so fickle like this, you'll sooner become a celibate businessman than anything else!"
"Then don't try, I've never asked you to."
Myung-soo blew out a breath of frustrated air. He turns to him, for once showing him a rare seriousness that's so unlike his happy-go lucky self.
"Move on, Young-do. She's not coming back, no matter how long you wait for her. You blew it when you let your ambition get the better of you, now no matter how much you've rectify the situation, she's not here to see. Don't you think its time to move on?"
His hand clasped his shoulder in a comforting manner.
"I worry for you, friend. The way you're going, I think you might die from loneliness and overwork."
Young-do turned to Myung-soo and humored him, knowing fully well that he was being serious.
"And here I thought you didn't want to share me with anyone else, Myung-sook-ah ?"
It was a re-emerging joke between them, one which they've always used to diffuse the situation when one of them wants to avoid 'discussing' the subject. It was a hidden code between them, one which they've adhered to religiously, no matter the time and topic.
As if he was a robot, Myung-soo optimism was switched back on, and they've moved on to a lighter topic, joking away time.
Myung-soo or Hades always seem to know that he needed company when it rains.
He sighs, grateful to talk about something else, something other than the pressing urge for marriage. Marriage with a soft eye girl who had long since stolen his heart and broken it too.
-To be continue-
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