Myeol Mang absent mindly gazed out over the city, full of trees, tall buildings, all overflowing of bustling people. Frowning, he strode thru the exit door, descended the stairs, entering into the sterile environment. Looking around, breathes in the medicinal, sanitized air permeating the hospital. Here is where, often finds himself, spending time, whether to spread the power of doom to humans or as a witness to his destructive powers.
Walking down the hallway, barely brushes shoulders against a fragile stranger. Quick reflexes, grips her around the waist, she catches onto his shoulder, shocked soft brown eyes met his own cold hard ones. Smirking, he simply stated, " I know that I am handsome but I am busy right now.." and with those arrogant words, strode away down the hallway. His pristine, white coat, flapped around his tall frame, as his figure shrunk further from her sight.
Tak Dong Kyung, stood, openmouthed, watches as the strange doctor walks away. Curious, first how on earth did he read her thoughts so quickly, she was mesmerized by his handsome face. Certainly not a face that she will forget anytime soon, with thick black brows over deep set dark eyes, a tiniest mole in the corner, defined cheekbones, muscular jawline, and well defined plump lips, leaving little to her imagination of how those same lips will feel against her own. Sighing, shakes her head, handsome face or not, clearly that doctor has no time or interest in her depressing life story. Determined, she walks towards the reception, pays her hospital bill, glancing up as an ambulance arrives, sirens blaring. Leaving, her thoughts turn inward, a brain tumor with a minimal chance of survival even with surgery.
Uncertain as to how much worse can happen in her life, she wanders the city streets, until she finds herself at the beach spot. Sitting in the sand, spreads her toes in the cold wetness, hopes tears will come this time, once, please God, she begs, but none fall. Tak Dong has always been so fiercely strong, never allowing herself to rely on others, perhaps that's why all her relationships failed. Recently she dated a real loser, unaware he is married and with a baby on the way. Scooping sand into her hands, lets the granules fall through her fingers, knows it's not her fault, he is the bad person. Her only true fault was trusting the wrong person and had she been aware of the truth would have ended the relationship sooner. In realty, immense relief floods her thoughts but maybe having a special someone by her side might make all of this seem tolerable. Rising, heavy footsteps, walks back to her apartment. Squares her shoulders, determines, she will face death alone, one hundred days, starting tonight she will create a list to cross off some of her wishes for those left behind.
Arriving back home, Tak Dong, pours some beer into a glass, drinks, toast her meager life, continually drinking, stumbles out the door, since living on the rooftop apartment, she walks to the edge of her building, gazing out over the blackened skyline. A bright meteor flashed across the dark sky, a drunken haze, she screams, "Bring Doom on the world." Maybe then all her heartache will be relieved, all her physical pain, mental suffering and save all her loved ones from their internal anguish.