They walk along a wide path, an avenue of now dormant cherry blossom trees align both sides of the walkway. Now, all is cold, bare branches weather the coldness without bright green leaves and pale pink blossoms. Dong Kyung holds tightly onto Myeol Mang's hand, looks up into his eyes, says,
"You know, in the springtime, people come here a lot."
He gazes down the avenue, inquires,
"Why?"
She responds,
"To see the cherry blossoms. From here to way over there, it's all cherry blossoms. If I had known, then I would've gone on more picnics last spring. I didn't know that would be the last time."
Briefest of sadness comes into her large round eyes, a hint of wistfulness written across her beautiful features.
Dainty pinkish petals drift downwards, float on a gentle breeze in front of her eyes, catching her attention, amazedly she gazes upwards as more delicate petals float until her vision blurs, clears in a quick flash.
Gasping, she finds the entire avenue is full of bloomed cherry blossom trees, green grass, a beautiful spring day.
Eyes widened, turns towards Myeol Mang
"What is this? Did you do this?"
He nods,
"Yes."
She sighs happily, widest grin, says,
"This really feels like spring."
He smiles affectionately, pleased,
"It really is spring. Even if just for a bit. We just traced back time just a bit. It won't last long. It's nothing special."
Happy, looking around, she says,
"Sure, good for you. This is so pretty. I only have good memories of spring. When there were cherry blossoms like this, my Mom, Dad and Seon Kyung all rode a Ferris wheel and took a picture. I am as happy as that day right now."
She gazes up into his dark eyes, absorbs in his facial features in that instance. He looks so lost, without a hint of his usual arrogant, jesting, playful nature.