Descendants of the Sun

Chapter 86~THIRD-PERSON POV~A cloudy Saturday of late October.

*Play the music.

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Khalil was in the region of Uruk all by himself. He was standing in the wheat field in front of the mountains. He walked around while his fingers ran through the soft texture of the plants. He looked the landscape around; it looked beautiful and relaxing. He looked at the mountains being fogged by the clouds. The breeze has gotten stronger little by little. His hair gently whipped on his face; his clothes flapped, making ripple shapes like water. Suddenly, what it came in his minds that he wanted to climb up and reach to the peak of the mountain.

He ran towards the mountains, and just as he was front of them, its peak looked like it reached up to the sky. He looked up, wondering if he can reach up there. He took step by step on the rocky road to the peak. He felt like he was rock climbing but has no equipment to support. It's only him and the ground if he falls on. Every time he finds a strong area to keep climbing, his hand clutches it while he bent his leg to take the next step. He looked up and it looked like a long way to go.

So, he kept going up. While climbing up, he felt his hands were getting sore after grabbing the rocky and rough texture of the mountain. His legs were also getting sore after bending and stepping on the boulders. But he has no time to rest because he wanted to keep going. Suddenly, he heard rumbling from far away. He didn't know where did it come from. As he looked up, however, he saw rocks tumbling down, no matter the size. He moved away from side to side, not letting himself fall off. He started running up on the rocky road.

He nearly slipped on the road but grabbed a strong boulder stuck on the mountain. Suddenly, he felt the ground shaking. What was happening now? Then, he realized what was it. An earthquake. It reminded him the 6.9-magnitude earthquake of Uruk, during the medical team's mission. He was scared of seeing the earth trembling and screaming for help. He looked up again and there was still a long way to go, even though he was halfway. But then...he looked down. He saw the wheat plants swaying violently, side to side. He felt himself shaking. The boulder he was clutching at suddenly cracked, and he fell off from the mountain. Just as he touched on the ground...

The dream swept away from his mind; he suddenly sat up and gasped. He doubted if that was another nightmare...or not. The room looked light but dim by the cloudy frame of the window. He looked around and started shedding tears. He buried his teary face in his hands. Quiet sobs came out from his mouth. He then wiped the tears away with his hands. He ran his hair through his fingers as if he looked stressed out. Well, he was. The pain and guilt inside was killing him and he wanted to end it so bad. But there's no other way.

He got out from the bed and looked out from the window. It fits the mood he's feeling now. Cloudy, gray, dark and foggy. He shed tears again.

"Sky...thanks for worrying about me. But I can't take it anymore." His voice shattered.

He kept crying while he sat on the edge of the bed. It's like he's living a nightmare non-stop and he wanted to end it all. Suddenly, a memory came into his mind.

It was when he went up to the hospital's rooftop with Chi-yun and Fatima twice. He looked at the breathtaking view of downtown Seoul. He had gone through a lot in the times of Uruk. Now he's going through of this difficult situation by making one simple mistake and doesn't know how to manage it.

It made him think of going up to the rooftop of the building. But before he was about to go, he went to the small table and opened a drawer where he found Chi-yun's silver notebook, a pencil and some yellow, sticky notes. He took them out as he sat on the other edge of the bed.