remembering charms and pendants
eight years of tears and longing, of fears and misunderstanding, of firsts and happiness, and of love.
a series of chronological one shots of sam dong and hye mi's elusive 'afterward.'
prologue. 셋, seht.
But the joy didn't last long. For his triumph came with many issues. Issues between the two of them.
He was surprised to find out that it caught up to her earlier. Later that night when everybody was asleep and while he was en route to the kitchen for a glass of water, he found her sitting on the floor in front of the sofa in the living room. Sniffling.
He was down the stairs in a moment.
"Hye Mi, what's wrong?"
She turned glassy eyes at him, and he was struck at the raw hurt. Hye Mi rarely displayed her emotions, but when she did, it was in torrents and gushes, and while her face might not contort in whichever way, they were displayed in her eyes for all to see.
He couldn't resist the urge to gather her to him, and she clutched at his clothes tightly.
He also couldn't resist tearing up himself. For he knew what this was all about.
He was going to leave.
He was going to leave her.
He didn't want it.
She didn't want it.
He took a deep breath and told her, "I'm not going."
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This must've been the longest prologue ever.