Myeol Mang led Dong Kyung to a bench in the solitude of the hospital corridor. They sat closely together, turning towards him, she patiently waited for him to begin. Stiffly sitting, legs crossed, hands folded over knees, looking down, he begins speaking,
"It's my fault. It's all because of me that you lost your parents. All those sad times you've sat at the beach. All your misfortunes. The reason you are sick now, all of those."
She sighs heavily, hurts, always observing his heavy burden carried around in life, as his shoulders slumps, dark eyes reflect sadness.
Pointing her finger, scolds,
"You need to get re-educated for language. The way you talk is confusing, just like a crossword puzzle. Give me some real hints. Is it horizontal or vertical."
He continues,
"It's because I exist, you're miserable."
He glances over, as she speaks,
"What? Because your winter, darkness and the end?"
"Right."
Thoughtfully she says,
"Hey! I like winter. I like night. I like the end. In other words, spring, morning, and the start are all because of you, too. Which means misfortune and happiness are all because of you, too. So you're giving me the disease and the medicine. When you give me the disease. I am mad. But, when you give me the medicine. I am thankful. I don't want to get rained on, but rain is needed. You're something like that. Go tell…"
Surprised, stares in amazement, asks,
"Who?"
She continues, "That kid who drove you out of my life into my life. It's not because of you. Tell her that's what I said."
Amazed by her understanding, she clearly saw whom had driven a wedge between them.
She wags a finger in front of his face, says,
"I got the right answer, right? I got all the horizontal and vertical, right?"
Smiling, affectionately, he reaches to touch her hair, but she holds up her hands to prevent him messing with it.
Grinning, says, "Don't do that. That's what guys do to trick girls. I know that."
Smiling up into his warm eyes, reassures him that he has no need of any worries. Continuing her thoughts, says, "Hey, I…."
Pausing, unfinished words, confusion written across her beautiful face.
Eerie moment of ominous silence pervaded the corridor, a ringing echo. Dong Kyung's soft brown eyes move towards his dark ones, a frightened doe look in them. She reaches, softly rests a hand on his gray coat jacket. Briefest seconds, he feels the weight of her hand, until a quickest flick it's gone. Shocked, slowly lifts his hand, awed of its sudden absence, glances around. Dong Kyung is completely gone….
End of Part Three.
Returning very soon…