Walking along the well lighted street, just the quiet click of his dress shoes heard in the silence surrounding them, a companionably comfort fell between them. Hands stuffed in her white jacket, gazing downward, she softly spoke,
"Thanks for going along, even though you don't eat or sleep."
Myeol Mang stopped walking, tenderly gazes down at Dong Kyung, asks,
"Tell me."
She stops, looks up into his dark mysterious eyes, questions,
"What? Say, thank you? I just told you."
Looking down into her face, softly speaks,
"Not that. Your feelings. I won't know if you don't tell. You're feelings can't be heard or seen."
Looking thoughtful, she says,
"That's how feelings are.."
Frustration crosses into his dark eyes, black brows draw down, lips turn downward, says,
"That's why you should tell me."
Gazing upward, challenging , she defensively says,
"What is it that you want to hear?"
He softly says,
"I love you."
Momentarily lost for words, she gazes into his face, seeing his sincerity, love, all reflected in those dark marble black eyes.
He asks,
"Is that hard?"
Glancing down, he swallows, Adam's apple moves slightly, speaks quietly,
"Then let's start with something easier. How unwell you are. How sad you are. How much you want to live. How much you're scared."
She simply responds,
"You should go by yourself from here."
Turning, quickly walks away down the street that they just traveled together, hoping to distance herself further from him…