[Prologue]

         A 17-year-old girl sat on the red wooden bleachers beside the yellow soccer field. The cold, autumn wind was blowing through her thin coat and t-shirt. She swore at herself as she brought her knees up to her chest, still shivering violently. The girl placed her chin on her knees, watching as her brother dribbled the soccer ball past three defenders and ultimately scoring a goal. The boy was only 10-years-old but with the help of two special people, he excelled in all sports he played. One of the two people was his sister, Ali, the girl freezing in the Oklahoman autumn wind at the moment.

          The 5th graders cheered for their star player who had just scored their winning goal. Failing in their attempt to lift the boy on their shoulders, they settled for patting his back and giving him high-fives. For a second there, Ali thought about a similar scenario two years before. But there was one person missing, and she was just hoping that he would appear out of nowhere, enveloping her in a warm hug.

          But to her disappointment, he never came.

          Ali walked towards her car, parked close by the soccer field. When she placed her hand on the black door handle, the car beeped, telling her that it was now unlocked. After turning on the engine, Ali stepped out again, sitting on the hood of her car as she waited for her little brother.

          The younger boy came minutes later after all his friends had left with their own parents; he had been stalling, he hadn't wanted to go home to that empty house. He ran, sliding into the passenger seat without sparing his older sister a single glance. To this, Ali sighed. He had been like this for about a year and a half now. Or was it two years? It's been quite a long time since the last time she had ridden in this very car with her brother and a certain, special someone. All of them smiling, laughing and playing around.

         "You made a nice goal back there," Ali tried breaking the silence between the two of them, but her brother ignored her, staring blankly out the window at the passing scenery. He refused to talk to her after he had heard about what happened. "Come on, Rick. Please say something..."

         Rick continued to stare out the window, but he said something softly under his breath. Ali had barely caught it, but if the music had been playing she wouldn't have.

          "I want him...where is he?"

          "He won't be coming back, Rick," she sighed. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she had to hold up the strong facade for him. Besides, crying on the highway could be a bit dangerous if she couldn't see, right? "Peniel isn't coming back. He left for Korea remember?"

          "I want Dong Geun ge, where is he?" Rick repeated more sternly, this time in Cantonese, their native language.

          Ali stayed silent. Oh, if only he knew how much she wanted Dong Geun home again...

Credits:

Poster 1 and Background by goldenblood  @

Poster 2 by sunnyrain--

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[Prompt 14] Written as an Entry for Dubulge 's

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