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 the elusive 'afterward.'
two. october.
It hadn't been hard to keep it a secret, as Pil Suk and Baek Hee had scheduled a trip for that same time. They readily agreed to cover for her. She called up her Dad, who would never call Oh Hyuk, she knew, and who was all too eager to receive her for five days—"But how about my Hye Sung-ii?" The whiner had been duly satisfied, for a ticket for Hye Sung was bought at once, bringing her into the little secret. ("Sister…," the little girl had begun, but a look from Pil Suk had shut her up. Besides, she missed her Dad, and awfully wanted to go abroad.)
The days prior to the trip had turned Hye Mi into a confusing human haze of packing, then staring into space.
"Hye Mi must be terribly excited for this all-girls private trip. You even banned all of us from calling you," Oh Hyuk commented.
Hye Sung nodded sagely.
Of course her sister was excited about the trip.
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Hye Sung - my deus ex machina. Or something.
Thank you, KyeoptaYeonie, pandalec, Eliese, miko, and I Speak Donut. (And I'm not sure if I'm supposed to take the crying thing as good, but thank you! :D)