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AHN YUJIN’S POINT OF VIEW

 

“Today is the day.”

 

 

The hairdresser told me while I was spacing out.

 

 

My senses finally came back and I smiled at her at the mirror in front of me. “Yes. Today is the day.”

 

 

The hairdresser was curling my hair at the bottom part into soft curls while the makeup artist was putting fake eyelashes on my eyes.

 

 

“There you go. You look beautiful. I’m pretty sure she’ll fall in love with you even more if she saw you.” She rested her hands on my shoulders while staring at me on the mirror.

 

 

“I hope so.” I smiled back.

 

 

The makeup artist was about to put lipstick on my lips but I stopped her.

 

 

“It’s fine. I’ll do it on my own.” I smiled at her.

 

 

“Okay. We’ll leave you now. Are you going to be fine?” They were packing their stuffs on the table.

 

 

“Yes! Thank you so much.”

 

 

“Okay.” They gave me a soft smile.

 

 

They left the room and carefully closed the door.

 

 

I took a deep breath.

 

 

“Today is the day.” I whispered.

 

 

I checked myself at the mirror.

 

 

Will you like it?

 

 

I paused for a while and I opened my drawer.

 

 

I picked up your favourite red lipstick and I put it on my lips.

 

 

I stood up and checked again myself at the mirror.

 

 

I’m wearing the white dress you picked up for me.

 

 

I never wore this dress before.

 

 

You always told me to wear this dress in a special occasion.

 

 

This feeling was new for me.

 

 

I picked up the bouquet of red roses at the table.

 

 

I carefully went down on stairs as my family was waiting for me.

 

 

They were in awe when they saw me in this simple and beautiful white dress.

 

 

I was so proud because you really had a good taste.

 

 

You always knew what suits me well.

 

 

That’s why you chose me.

 

 

We’re perfect for each other.

 

 

We complimented each other.

 

 

We we’re meant to be for each other.

 

 

You’re my soulmate.

 

 

My mother hugged me and stared at me from head to toe.

 

 

She met my eyes.

 

 

“Today is the day.” She gave a soft smile.

 

 

“Yes mom. Today is the day.” I smiled back.

 

 

We went inside the car.

 

 

I sat on the back while my father took the wheel and my mother sat beside him.

 

 

I mindlessly stared outside by the car window as we went our way to the local church in this town.

 

 

We drove passed by your favourite weird restaurant where we held our first date.

 

 

I still remember that day.

 

 

I still remember that day when I actually didn’t like your favourite weird dish.

 

 

But I still ate it and complimented it because I don’t want you to be disappointed.

 

 

I almost puked but I love you so I still finish eating it.

 

 

We also drove passed by the park where we first kissed.

 

 

I still remember that day.

 

 

I still remember that day where I pulled you away from the sight of many people.

 

 

Just to kiss you.

 

 

I could still feel the warmth of your lips.

 

 

We’re finally here.

 

 

My father parked the car at the front of the church.

 

 

He looked at me at his front rear view mirror.

 

 

“Today is the day.” He told me.

 

 

“Yes dad. Today is the day.” I smiled at him.

 

 

“We’ll leave you now. Are you going to be fine?” They asked me.

 

 

“Yes” I gave them a soft nod.

 

 

“Okay. We’ll wait for you inside.”

 

 

They left me in the car.

 

 

I watched them as they went inside the church.

 

 

I’m still holding your favourite red roses.

 

 

I still remember that day.

 

 

I still remember that day every time I give you roses.

 

 

You always smell it.

 

 

Then you will kiss me on the lips.

 

 

I stared at the bouquet of red roses I’m holding.

 

 

I smelled it the way you smell these roses.

 

 

It’s a shame. You’re not here so I could kiss you after.

 

 

But I smiled because I know I could kiss you later.

 

 

I paused for a while and took a deep breath.

 

 

“Today is the day.”

 

 

I left the car and went to the church door.

 

 

I still remember that day.

 

 

I still remember that day when you dragged me here in this church.

 

 

I still remember your face when you prayed.

 

 

I still remember all your prayers on that day.

 

 

I still remember that you said in your prayers that you’re very grateful to have me in your life.

 

 

I still remember that after you prayed, you hugged me and told me...

 

 

...that you wanted to get married here.

 

 

I smiled alone and took a deep breath.

 

 

I slowly opened the door.

 

 

All eyes were on me.

 

 

I saw familiar faces.

 

 

I saw our friends.

 

 

I saw your family.

 

 

And I saw you waiting for me at the altar.

 

 

My heart was skipping a beat every time I took a step near you.

 

 

My breath was getting heavier and heavier every time I stare at you.

 

 

The emotions I felt for you were so strong and I couldn’t hold it anymore.

 

 

I was about to cry but I remember you hate it when you saw me cry.

 

 

So I’m trying my best to hold it.

 

 

I gasped for air when I saw you.

 

 

You are the most beautiful person in I’d ever known.

 

 

Your white dress looks good on you.

 

 

I still remember that day.

 

 

I still remember that day when I picked that dress for you.

 

 

You told me that I had a bad taste but you still wore it...

 

 

...because you loved me.

 

 

I guessed you were really that whipped for me.

 

 

Your soft curls in your wavy hair looked good on you.

 

 

Your makeup is simple and light.

 

 

And I loved it.

 

 

I loved everything about you.

 

 

Your long legs.

 

 

Your laughter.

 

 

Your body.

 

 

Your scent.

 

 

Your personality.

 

 

Your smile.

 

 

Even the mole near your eyes.

 

 

I gave you my softest smile.

 

 

I closed my eyes and I took a deep breath.

 

 

I opened my eyes and your eyes were still closed.

 

 

I chuckled softly.

 

 

I kissed your cheeks...

 

 

...and then down to your lips.

 

 

I took a step back.

 

 

 

 

 

“I hope that the lipstick I left on your face stays red like the roses I laid on your grave”

 

 

 

 

 

 

I placed the bouquet of red roses on your hand inside your opened coffin.

 

 

 

 

 

“Today is the day”

 

 

 

 

 

“Today is the day...

 

 

 

 

 

...your last day...

 

 

 

 

 

... and the last day...

 

 

 

 

 

...that I will see your face...

 

 

 

 

 

...for the last time.”

 

 

 

 

They closed your coffin.

 

 

 

 

Your mother went to me and hugged me.

 

 

 

 

“She left you now. Are you going to be fine?” Your mother caressed my back.

 

 

 

 

 

This is the third time they asked me that question.

 

 

 

 

 

And I don’t know what’s fine anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

I bursted into tears.

 

 

 

 

“No. I’m not.”

 

 

 

 

Please come back home,

 

 

 

 

 

Jang Wonyoung.

 

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“I hope that the lipstick I left on your face stays red like the roses I laid on your grave”

--- This line was excerpted from the song “Roses” by Against The Current.

 

Basically, this one shot is inspired mainly by that song from my favourite pop rock band. Just sharing. LOL.

 

 

[[a/n: This is my first time to write about Annyeongz, this is also my first time to write a one shot story, and this is also my first time to write an angst story. LOL. But this is the second story I wrote so far. Tell me your thoughts about it. I would love to know. I hope you liked it. Please don’t kill me. LOL.]]

[[a/n: If you like this one shot, I might consider making a whole book/story/fanfic of Annyeongz after the YulYen Fanfic I’m currently writing]]

[[if you are reading it on AFF, if this one shot got 50 subscribers, and if you are reading this on Wattpad, if this one shot got 50 votes, I will consider writing a whole fanfic for Annyeongz after the YulYen fanfic.]]

 

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