Under Sun
33. The Girl He Loves's

the 19 hours ago.

Mark grumbled slowly. Shortly after Lucas told Jeffrey of the plot, the young man hurriedly left his new friend alone and contacted Jea.

"It seems that old man has gone mad. Could he kill his own son?" Mark said irregularly as he frowned, waiting for the connection to be lifted immediately by Jea.

"—Halo?"

"Jea! You have to go to Virginia now!" Mark half-screamed, so panicked he was. I don't know, Mark himself also does not know why he feels panic.

A few seconds of silence left Jea frowning, "Why?"

Because of this, Mark worked in Virginia. And that town is where Jeffrey was taken into custody. Of course Jea knows. She heard everything from Mark. Because after all, the young man was one of the former FBI agents.

"... Is this about Jeffrey?" For some reason, Jea was scared. After learning the truth, Jea desperately wants to go to Virginia, meet Jeffrey right then and there.

But at that time Mark stopped him. Because for Mark himself, picking up Jeffrey to get out of there is impossible. If Jea is not careful in acting, Jeffrey's life could be at stake.

"Yes! Connect with Jeffrey— Ah! I'll send my friend there to pick you up. Just a minute."

Connection interrupted. This time increasingly makes the female heart beat is not careless. Did something bad happen to Jeffrey?

No, Jea herself could not imagine it.

Nervously Jea could only stand in the courtyard of the house, waiting for Mark's invitation. And sure enough, within five minutes, a cream car had stopped in front of his house.

"Your name is Jea, Miss?" Ask the driver after lowering his car window.

Jea nodded and moved into the car. His mind seemed to float, unable to find positive ideas about Jeffrey's news.

The girl was so scared.

The distance between Greater Sudbury and Virgina is about 1,325 kilometers. If taken by car, it can take up to 13 hours through 45 minutes. But because the driver of the car driven by Jea drove the car rapidly, now both can reach Virginia in just 13 hours.

Jea, who was in a hurry to get out of the car, smiled and said a short thank you to the man she knew as Johnny.

As he walked closer to the massive building he knew as the CIA headquarters, Jea found Mark waiting for him in front of the big gate.

"Mark!"

The man then turned to the origin of the voice, making his gaze meet with Jea. His eyes immediately moved to and fro, after making sure no one else was there, Mark walked over to Jea.

"Don't be surprised, I want to tell you something," Mark looked at the woman before him seriously, resulting in Jea becoming increasingly nervous and depressed at once.

"W-what's that? Why did you even tell me to come here? Where's j-Jeffrey?"

Before saying his words, Mark took a breath first, "Look, five more hours Jeffrey will be injected to death. So—"

"Whatchu mean? No kidding! Who is—"

Mark quickly held onto Jea's shoulders, who was too shocked by her words just now, "Calm down, Jea! Calm down's! I was shocked at first too. But you have to believe, because Mr. Jung is crazy."

Jea nodded quickly. His eyes looked at Mark in disbelief, "Mark this isn't funny."

"Jea, if you keep this up, the rest of Jeffrey's time will be wasted. At least you should accompany her last moments, right?"

The woman's body was silent. His net move was unsure of the remark. But what he believed, Mark couldn't possibly lie to him. Then the girl could only bite her lips tightly when her legs felt weak.

"I've arranged everything so you can meet Jeffrey. Believe me," added Mark again trying to convince. The man could only smile softly and then clasped Jea's hands gently.

"Come?"

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That dark gaze grew emptier as time went faster. Is it possible that in every death, there will be a phase when there is nothing?

The man's position hasn't changed a bit since two hours ago. His head was still pressed against the cold wall behind him. Jeffrey's hair looks disheveled, not at all neatly arranged like he should have done.

".. Jea."

I don't know for the authenticity of the name is often bounced from the pale lips. Sounds weak, but so soft.

Has Jea found someone new?

Because— whoever it is, Jeffrey just wants Jea will get a man who is much better than him.

A man who was always there, accompanied him day and night.

A man who can hold the girl anytime, anywhere, with no one to dispel.

And also— a normal guy who can keep his girl until the end of their life.

Although Jeffrey wished that someone was him.

"JEFFERY!"

The two blank gazes that fell on the marble floor instantly moved swiftly on the iron door at the right end of the room.

Wait, did he hear wrong? Or was the voice just now that called out to him that was really the girl he had expected?

Not likely. How could Jea be here. It must be just his hallucination again.

"Jeffrey!" The exclaim of the woman once again, making Jeffrey now convinced that Jea was here.

"... Jea?"

"J-Jeffrey!" The woman screamed again, now it sounded clearer than before.

"Jeez!" His voice felt stuck out. Maybe because during his time here, Jeffrey really rarely consume water in any form.

"Jea, you're Jea?" Jeffrey asked again, still not fully believe if now he with the girl was only limited by a thick enough iron door.

Jea's voice sounded slightly trembling. But even so, Jea tried to smile even though she knew Jeffrey would not be able to see her, "Yes Jeffrey. It's Jea. And Jea knows everything."

Jeffrey smiled faintly. His body just collapsed when Jeffrey could no longer hold his own weight.

"J-Jeffrey?!" Jea screeched worriedly. Sobs began to sound until Jeffrey tried to tend his body that fell on the cold iron door.

"I'm okay, baby. I'm okay."

Jeffrey tried hard to make a smile, even though Jea couldn't see it either.

"Sorry, Jea. Excuse me. I failed to be a good human being to you" Jeffrey said softly, barely audible.

Hurriedly Jea rubbed her wet cheek, "Jeff, don't talk like that."

Jeffrey did not answer. Her lips were only able to continue smiling when she felt so grateful to hear that voice again.

If the man is allowed to make his last wish, then the last thing he wants to ask is to hug his girl's body.

Enough of that. Jeffrey just wanted it.

"Jea, do you remember the first time we met?"

Jea bit her lips tightly, trying to hold back the sobs that kept crashing at her many times. He sat on the marble, leaning his body against the iron door of Jeffrey's cell.

"Remember. That's just a creepy Jeffrey."

The answer then made Jeffrey chuckle softly, "But you don't know, if I've met you before?"

Jea frowned in surprise, "Before that incident? When?"

Jeffrey took a slow breath, "Just the day before you were adopted as the son of the Collins family, you wrote me a letter because you saw me fall down the stairs."

Again Jea frowned. His brain was trying to remember when it happened. Because after he became part of the Collins family, he could not remember his past memories before he was severely tortured by the Collins family.

"You must have forgotten. You know what one of the letters is?" Jeffrey added again when Jea did not answer his words.

"What's that?"

"Don't die. I'd sign this with love."

Then, Jeffrey again laughed softly, "Sorry. But I can't seem to make that word happen."

"Jeffrey!"

Then the two fell silent, drifting into each other's world of thought that they were immersed in.

"Jeffrey, how's life?" Jea said so suddenly. He was in the midst of the silence that struck.

"Life is good, Jea. Because there's you."

A smile was re-engraved on their respective lips. The crack still sounds the same. Rhythmic and hasty. Both are comfortable and calm.

"Jea, I'm in love."

"Who?"

"You."

Without being able to stop again, Jea again cried in silence. Silence feels so deafening to the ears when the only thing present is the wound. The woman's hand moved touching the cold iron door, feeling no longer able to resist the feeling of wanting to dock immediately.

Jea wanted to hug the man.

"You know? That girl is beautiful. Real pretty. His eyes are like the stars of the night. Everything inside the woman describes life. She was like a flower in the middle of the desert. Fall in love with her feels like the wrath of the sun on a cold January morning" Jeffrey said. His breathing sounded a little heavier than the previous one, "I wish, he was happy. Hopefully, too, he can love himself more deeply than I did for him—"

"—And I'm grateful to be able to meet a woman as strong as her."

The woman's cry grew louder along with the words thrown from Jeffrey's low voice. Jea cried loudly, no longer caring for anyone who would see her.

Jea doesn't care about anything anymore.

"Jeffrey," Jea tried half-dead to get back to talking when her breath was running out. Her chest felt so tight that it felt like Jea just wanted to disappear right now.

"Yes baby?"

"Please, never say goodbye to me. Can you?"

Jeffrey remained silent for a moment. His eyes glanced at the vents attached to the roof above him for quite a while.

Jeffrey then looked down.

The man was crying.

"I won't forget you, baby. And maybe that is the only forever for us" Jeffrey said in the silence of the night, accompanied by increasingly clanging time, passing away leaving the two in the midst of a taste that would never disappear.