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.'
one. december.
They had established quite the routine. An email a week. Two phone calls a week—one from Sam Dong every Sunday night, and one from Hye Mi every Wednesday, whatever time she wanted. (And she reveled in the fact that he answered her call whenever, and every time.)
It was a quiet Sunday night and Hye Sung was excitedly putting decorations on the tree ("But we're not even Christians, Hye Sung," Baek Hee had tried to argue with her best friend's sister, but the latter just raised her beady eyes and stared. The older girl sighed. There was no getting around the little kid. Oh Hyuk had laughed nervously.). Hye Mi was brushing her teeth slowly, staring at the television, but not really, because she was checking her mobile phone every now and then—why hasn't he called yet?She huffed and stood up to rinse her mouth, albeit putting her phone in the loud mode. She was going to make him wait for, well, at least seven rings before she picked up. Or five. Or seven, again. He never hung up on her anyway (He knew she'd always pick up.)
But an hour passed, two, three, four.
It was already eleven forty five.
And still no calls.
Hye Mi's eyes narrowed, and tried to reason out—perhaps he was just busy, but how can he forget to call me tonight?Or perhaps he was in an accident somewhere, he was just an idiot like that—no. She refused to think about that.
All she was sure was that she was going to be very upset at him when he did call her.
(But that didn't prevent her from cradling the phone to her heart when she went to sleep that night, at exactly two oh four, disjointed thoughts running through a sleep-clouded mind.)
