Tak Dong Kyung groggily opens her eyes, focuses on the phone, swipes a finger across the screen turning off that annoying chime. Looking around, convinces herself that last night was all a horrid dream but glancing at the wall calendar, sees a blood red circle marred on the date she shall die. Stumbling up from the sofa, spots black muddy spots on her rug and flooring, groaning, rushes to the kitchen and dampens a towel. Dropping to her knees, sobs, as she attempts to scrub out the blackened marks, memorialized that last nights visitor did indeed enter into her well kept life.
Showering and freshening up, she changed into a long lilac colored corduroy skirt and deep blue oversized sweater. Her long auburn hair fell around her shoulders and down to the middle of her back, soft brown eyes brightened, a delicate smile on her lips. Turning, she walked out the door, towards her job as an editor. Heading for the subway station, attempts to distract her mind from last nights events and her depressing news. Now she needs to focus on the next one hundred days, how to tell her family, friends, and other loved ones of her eventual death. Such a heavy burden to carry for someone so young, and who was so full of life before finding out devastating news.