It Was Too Late
Description
This story is the English translation of a story written by biseo, as posted on her Naver blog (http://blog.naver.com/sunhong_m?Redirect=Log&logNo=140202660966&from=postView). This story, originally entitled 너무 늦은 것 같아요, was inspired by the Daegu subway fire accident happened on 2003.
The Daegu subway fire was a mass murder on February 18, 2003, which killed at least 198 people and injured at least 147. An arsonist set fire to a train stopped at the Jungangno Station of the Daegu Metropolitan Subway in Daegu, South Korea. The fire then spread to a second train which had entered the station from the opposite direction a few minutes later. The arsonist was Kim Daehan, a 56 year-old unemployed former taxi driver who had suffered a in Nov 2001 that left him partly paralyzed. - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daegu_subway_fire
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너무 늦은 것 같아요
Written by biseo in Korean language
Translated by saeyoonhan
BGM: Mogwa - Take Me Somewhere Nice
Characters: Oh Sehun and Kim Yeoju (OC)
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Foreword
No one could send her off. Not me. I don’t want to attend a funeral like shown on the television where I will be seeing her leaving me forever; where I would be sending my loved one to another life. I dont want to see anyone attending the funeral kneeling the ground while regretting how could this happen and actially crying over the fact that this has just happened.
I tried to wake up when I realized my aching body was lying on a couch.
"Oh Sehun, are you awake?" said someone who walked towards my direction.
My eyes were blurry and my head was aching so bad as I tried to figure things out. Soon I recognized the colorless and lifeless atmosphere of the room I was in. I was in the hospital. I desperately screamed my lungs out, crying over something and I fainted.
Someone softly pushed me off as I stood up and offered me a glass of water which I refused to drink. I convinced him that I was strong enough to stand up and walk by myself. But I failed to convince my heart. I was not okay.
My heart sunk to the bottom as my eyes laid on a girl who was lying peacefully on the bed across me. She looked cold. She was pale. The pack of liquid medicine was pulled away from her. Her left hand was no longer injected by the cold needle that brought her pain. She didn’t need it anymore. She’s gone.
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