Another Winter
the Another Winter 27
Song: Serenade to Spring by Secret Garden.
Happy Reading's...
If only given the chance, John is eager to meet and let go of the longing that shackles him towards Hyuji. In his entire life, he had never felt this much pain when he missed someone. Plus, dreams that lately always disturb his sleep.
John leaned his head against the back of the sofa overlooking the stretch of Han river decorated with the splendid street lights at night. Spreading the view on the dark that still embraces the earth korea.
Grabbing a carbonated drink that he brought to accompany solitude, sipping it slowly and taste the slightly acidic taste that arises. John frowned.
"Rain starts coming often! How did Hyuji get home from the store?" he muttered to himself. His mind was always filled with Hyuji. "He must be in trouble!"
John glanced at a glance at the time pointer on the nightstand beside the bed. Twelve o'clock at night, and drowsiness had not yet come to him.
His past is back together with the breath and cold sweep of the Air Conditioner that hit right on his facial features. How he and Hyuji met, then happy moments, or frequent small fights only because of trivial problems and stubbornness of both of them, and ended by returning to make up. John smiled at his handsome face. How pleasant it was, but now he no longer felt.
"I miss the sound when you scold me Hyu! " he continued to monologue as Hyuji's shadow re-stripped from the memory base.
However, the shadow of the mother was present. The woman who was pregnant came to the office this morning, and said something that made her laugh in an indescribable emotional laughter.
"Married soon? What exactly is my mother hiding from me?"
Of course John realized that, he knew the figure of the mother well. How the nature and peringai are always the same since long ago, selfish and arrogant.
Suddenly, a sharp grin he pinned in his thin lips. Emerging thoughts made no sense as the immortality increasingly penetrated into his mind.
Had fun.
Wouldn't that make him forget for a moment about the problem he faced until that time came? After all, both of his legs were wet, why did he not throw himself and swim all together in the pool filled with pieces of pain created by the mother.
Must be nice, acting like a nice, obedient guy. Followed all the scenarios her mother had written for her. John applauded for the idea.
"I'll definitely be honored as the best actor in a television award if I manage to follow that scenario! Justjust wonderful... "
I don't know, what was going on in his mind to take such a shortcut. However, one plan began to formulate in his brain cells.
"All right, just do it! After that, let's see how this drama ends! " he said as he carried himself up from the sofa and walked towards the bed. "Let's go crazy for a minute! Or even, to the point of being fed up! Haha... "
The sound of laughter ended the night. John immersed himself in the blanket and began to dive into the subconscious that felt much more pleasant than the real world.
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The crying voice of the little girl called out her mother's name, it was not clear what the name of the little girl mentioned. He was about three years old and the face of the little girl was completely invisible because both palms perfectly covered the entire side of the face with snow-white skin.
Her crying was soft, and it sounded very bitter. Wearing light brown high boots and wearing a thick dark winter jacket, a beautiful pink thick knit scarf and hat wrapped around the neck and covered its long, jet-black mane. There is a strawberry-colored candy in one of his fingers that is still very small and cute.
Saman. Not clearly visible even though their distance was very close, maybe only a palm.
"Why are you alone here, baby? Where are your parents?"
The little girl didn't answer, just kept crying. And now, more and more hiding the face that makes the curiosity was sticking out, into the nexus of his little feet.
Heeding the little girl's back to her gently swab, made the girl stop sobbing for a moment, then with a wave of fear, the girl peeked out from the crease of her hand.
The beautiful round hazel was soft and watery. Large petals with perfect eye folds.
"Ahjussi* who? Is ahjussi the bad guy who wanted to kidnap me?"
The sound of the lisp is soft and sweet, like honey.
"Don't kidnap me! Poor mother, she has no one but me! "
John woke up from a sleep that had just passed about an hour ago. Sitting rough while still remembering the pieces of a new dream that he dived.
Again.
That dream.
John exhaled and stroked the rough mane. His heart rhythm was irregular, and more to John's annoyance, he always woke up before asking the little girl's name.
John returned with a frustrated sigh from his beer. Let the sound of the seconds of the clock fill every inch of the head.
John raised his palm rubbing his face, agitated. Massaging the temple which certainly feels heavier. Even though it was just a dream, it felt so real and started to attract all of its attention. Suddenly, various questions appeared in the mind that was troubled.
"Who is that little girl? And what is the meaning behind the dream that almost every night is present in my sleep? "[]
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Ahjussi*) : Uncle.
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