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. , nett.

She had ignored him for many days.

And he was frustrated, because he wanted her to be happy with his decision to stay. He knew she wanted him to stay. What he didn't get was why didn't she agree with him? Why had she pushed him away that night?

He would never leave her—no, he could never leave her.

She was his song, his music, his soul.

Certainly she knew that? He was never amiss in showing her his feelings.

The silence was too much for him already, that he rounded on her one night as she was just getting out of the shower.

"Talk to me, Hye Mi."

She glanced at his serious eyes and looked away. He was prepared to trap her to the wall with his arms when she said to him perfunctorily, "Outside."

Once they were outside, she told him, "You have to go and fulfill your dream, Sam Dong."

And there it was, her eyes expressive in the way that he knew only he could understand, expressing themselves in a way that is never Hye Mi—he was so surprised to see her looking like that—determined, pleading, longing, sad and happy all in one. He did not know how she did it, she just did. And he didn't know how he understood all that she wanted, he just did.

Still, he was silent.

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I retain: this must've been the longest prologue ever.