[Please listen to the song while reading and please don't rush through this chapter.]
[Song: Lovewave - "그밤 (The Night)"]
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First Snow
My breaths come bursting out of my lungs in ice-cold spurts. My lungs grow raw from the icy pain, but I can't bother to slow down.
The heels of my boots are beginning to dig into the heels of my feet. But I can't bother to slow down.
My tears, which seem to flow down my skin slower than usual since they are so frigid, cause my vision to be distorted in front of me. But I can't bother to slow down.
My heart beats against my chest steadily, loudly, calmly. It feels like it has come alive, like it has been dormant all this time and has finally woken up from its slumber.
The app on my phone tells me I'm almost there, and amongst the city lights, I can see an entertainment building, one that a few famous singers are signed under. He works here?
As soon as the building is in my view, I finally slow down. I slow down until I'm no longer walking.
What if he already left? The dark night consumes me whole and makes everything seem so distant and deceiving.
It's almost 11 PM, why is he working so late?
What if he doesn't want to see me?
What if I realize that I didn't want to see him?
I'm not given much time to think before I see a figure leave the building. It's too dark, so I begin to walk again. My breathing is loud in my ears as I grow nearer. My eyes don't blink as they search the hidden figure. They're tall, but their coat covers too much of them. I fasten my pace before I realize they're walking in my direction.
I begin to grow apprehensive. I look around, realizing how vacant this street is.
They walk closer, completely unaware of this girl frantically walking and stopping sporadically, not sure what to do with herself.
And then I realize it.
I freeze in my spot, holding my breath so that I can hear his footsteps instead of my shaky breath.
I notice.
I remember.
The hands in the pockets. The head that is cast down in deep thought. The long legs that seem to carry themselves all too gracefully. The shoulders that shift with each step, left and right.
A hiccup leaves my mouth and the frozen tears melt again, flowing once more as I continue to watch him walk towards me—
—Walk towards me, unaware that I'm right here.
My body shakes, my sobs grow louder, but he keeps walking.
Because he has headphones in. He can't hear me.
I close my eyes tight and bite my lips.
He's going to walk right past me.
He's going to walk right past me.
He's going to walk right past me.
A sob clings in my throat when I feel something hit my cheek gently. Then again, and again. When I open my eyes to the sky, I see snowflakes slowly cascading down and onto the earth's floor.
The first snow.
I left him on the first snow; a snow so violent that it consumed me whole, blizzarding and wrapping around my body until I disappeared from his tearful gaze completely.
But now I reappear, my body glistening into appearance behind the soft and beautiful snowflakes, which dance in the air, taking their sweet time to lay delicately on the ground.
When I look back in front of me, he's also looking up. His hands are out, palms up, catching the first snowflakes as they dance down.
He's close.
I stare at him, my sobs all of a sudden disappearing.
He is about to start walking again when he stops in his tracks.
His eyes lock onto mine.
And I don't know what to do.
My breathing is loud again as we stare at each other, much like we used to in those first encounters. That day when I dropped my papers, and he lifted his head up and stared back at me with an equal sense of unknown curiosity.
Slowly, and very cautiously I take a step forward. The winter air is freezing me now, my jacket now not enough to keep me warm. But I don't care.
As I take another step I start to think, he doesn't want to see me. He thinks I'm a ghost. He doesn't want me.
He just stands, staring.
And now I'm close enough that I can reach my hand out and touch him.
He finally takes a step forward.
When he wraps his arms around me, I can feel the pieces of me that have been scattered this whole time move back into place.
When he wraps his arms around me, I can smell him; the smell I had grown to love and search for, a scent that made me feel at home.
And when my sobs shake my whole body, his arms wrap around me even tighter. Just like many times before, he holds me together.
This time I know I can put myself back together again.
"Sohee."
The End
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