Day Off [Part 2]
How Can I Forget?
Yoseob’s POV:
I watched as Yoora slowly fell asleep… She looked so peaceful… If only I can leave a sleeping girl on a bench… I thought to myself.
I would like to get her some coffee or some chocolate, so when she wakes up, she’ll wake up to something sweeter than me.
I sat there, the weight of her head on my thigh. I stared off into the distance… Reminiscing the past… I sighed to myself. I let the silence surround me. Sitting there, watching as nature moved on its own. I felt the heat of the sun radiating on my back. I was about to close my eyes, until a phone rang!
It was coming from Yoora’s bag. I slowly opened the zipper the phone sounded to be coming from. There it was. On the caller ID, it said her Imo. I answered it.
“Yoboseyo?”
“Yah. Is this Yoseob?” Her Imo asked.
“Ne. Yoora is asleep right now.” I told her.
“Oh. Well, I was gonna ask her if she wanted to visit her Appa’s grave today…“ She said. “Since I heard you guys that President Hong has given you a day off?” She asked.
“Ne. He decided to give us a day off because he caught Yoora crying, and well he pitied Yoora, and allowed us a day off.” I explained.
“Ahhh. I understand. Well when she gets up, ask if she would like to see her Appa’s grave, okay?” She said.
“Okay. I will~” I said.
“Thank you, Yoseob. Goodbye.” She hung up.
I closed her phone and put it back in her bag.
I began to her hair again… I sighed. “Would you want to see your Appa’s grave?” I asked out loud.
I sat there a little longer. Then there was movement. I looked down at Yoora. She was wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. She slowly opened her eyes, and smiled at me.
“Good morning.” She mumbled.
I smiled back. “Morning sunshine!”
She slowly sat up. She turned herself around and scooted next to me.
I grabbed her hand and interlaced our fingers. “Yoora, your Imo called. She was asking if you’d like to go visit your Appa and his grave.” I said slowly…
Yoora squeezed my hand. “That actually sounds like a good idea. I would love to.” She answered.
Yoora’s POV:
Yoseob grabbed my hand and interlaced our fingers. “Yoora, your Imo called. She was asking if you’d like to go visit your Appa and his grave.” He said slowly…
I squeezed his hand. “That actually sounds like a good idea. I would love to.” I answered.
“Okay. You should call your Imo then, and ask where your Appa happens to be buried.” He said.
I nodded. “Ne.”
I called my Imo. It rang for a couple of seconds. “Yoboseyo?” My Imo said.
“Ah. Imo. Yoseob said you had called… He also said that you said he should take me to see Appa and his grave?” I asked.
“Ne. I did.” She replied.
“Okay. So. Um. Where is Appa buried?” I asked.
“Choi Memorial Cemetery.” She answered.
“Ah. Kasahamnida, Imo.”
“Your welcome.“ She said.
“Ne. Bye, Imo.” I said.
“Goodbye.” There was worry in her tone before she hung up.
“Let’s go to Choi Memorial Cemetery. That’s where my Imo said my Appa is buried.” I told Yoseob.
Yoseob nodded. He grabbed my backpack and pulled on my hand. Before we called for a Cab, we put on our disguises. To be honest, I thought there’d be a lot of people at the park… Guess not.
We called for a cab, and got in. As the cab drove, I was beginning to feel a bit sad… About 30 minutes of being in that cab, it finally came to a halt…
I, once again, ran out of the car. I was desperate to find my Appa. I ran up the small hill that led to the gate of the cemetery. The cemetery was broken up to sections. I ran to the one straight in the middle. I gone through about three rows when my phone vibrated..
Your Appa’s grave is to the west side of the cemetery… Towards the middle.
Instead of continuing on in the section I was in, I ran to the left…
“Yoora!!!” I heard someone call after me. I came to a halt.
I turned around. Yoseob was jogging towards me… I waited for him to approach me.
Yoseob’s POV:
I ran towards Yoora, trying to catch up to her. When I approached her, she had a sad look upon her face.
“Did you find him yet?” I asked, out of breath.
Yoora shook her head. “No, not yet. But my Imo texted me, and said that his grave was amongst this section of the cemetery…” She answered.
Then she set off again. I watched as she slowed her pace, so she can get a good look of every grave stone…
Yoora’s POV:
While I was looking through more graves, I got another text message.
Here, your Appa’s sister sent this to me. This is what your Appa’s gravestone looks like. Since I’m pretty sure, there’s a lot of Kim Joeun out there…
I examined the picture of my Appa’s gravestone, and continued venturing off… I gone through most of the gravestones, until I finally found the one that looked just like the one I received from my Imo… I looked down at it… Tears forming in my eyes…
Kim Joeun
April 19, 1970 - March 7, 2005
A Wonderful Father and Husband
He will be missed by the many still left on this Earth.
May He Rest in Peace.
My tears blurred my vision. I stared at the blurry writing that was in front of me… I blinked away the tears… My knees began to wobble… I breathe in a shaky breath. I sob some. My knees finally give out under me.
I cry some more. My forehead is literally touching the grassy area… I sob once again… “Appa!!!” I whimper.
The world that exists around me, evaporates. The only thing I’m focused on is myself breaking down and my Appa’s grave in front of me. I lifted up my body… I stared at the grave again. Amongst the grave was a bunch of flowers and a picture of my Appa…
Also in that picture? Me and my Umma… I began to cry harder. One big happy family we turned out to be. I thought to myself.
Then behind me, I heard footsteps. They were quickly approaching me. “Yoora!” It was Yoseob again.
I just stayed on my knees.
The footsteps reached me. “Yoora. I can hear you sobbing all the way over there.” He said.
I nodded slowly…
“You found him…” He pointed out.
Yoseob went on his knees next to me… He placed his arm around my back. I continued to cry.
I pointed to the picture. “Look. When we were actually a family.” I said in between hiccups.
“Hmmm… You looked so cute back then.” Yoseob said.
I put my head to his chest. “I wish I could’ve said goodbye, Yoseob.” I said into his chest.
He put his hand on my head. “I know, I know. Don’t worry, I must forgive you, after seeing you here in Korea.” He told me.
We stayed in that position for awhile… I continued to sob and cry, as Yoseob my hair and made “Shushing” noises.
After about five minutes, footsteps were heard again… I didn’t pay attention, knowing that it might be another person here to visit their passed loved one… I cried some more… But the footsteps came closer…
Then it all just stopped.
I still didn’t pay attention. Until I heard my name. “Yoora?”
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HEHEHEHEHEHE!! So who is this person?!
I bet you can guess!!! ;D
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-Kayla(:
Now, it's off to write Chapter 2 of The Fight For Your Heart!!!!! YAY!!!!
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