Sick and Tired; Taeyong

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___Taeyong___                                                        [final chap.]

I sent her off successfully now I must wait until 11 to hear her voice again. It really breaks me that she is going to the States without me. I really wish my counselor gave me that option. I mean my grades are also well too. I just hope for nothing but the best. Seeing her smile at me before she leaves to a whole different environment really is the only strength that I have. It makes me want to protect her with all my heart, after all she did need me to help her through this whole entire airport process. Imagine her without anyone to help her and guide her through the city, she may not have people who are willing to help her. I sighed and waved back to her with a smile that I thought would convince her that I'll be good for the rest of the day but my cover was blown by a single tear that escaped my eyes and glided gently against my cheek. She looked really weak, I could tell she's trying to look strong for me, but I'm no help neither since I'm a crying mess at the moment. I calmed my overwhelmed emotions and mouthed "I love you" to her before she left off. Standing in the same position as I watched her leave my feet felt as if it was cemented into the ground. I had to leave though so I could make it home before it would get too dark out here considering it was almost 10. I've been here for about 4 hours trying to get all the love out of her before she left and I would have to whine about it for the next few months. I grabbed a cab just like how I got here and quietly listened to the classical music that echoed through the cab that had multiple stereo speakers around the car. I couldn't just fall asleep, who knows what the man would do. I wish I could though because honestly I wouldn't even win a fight with sleep in this state. Boy does tears really tire a human. I nearly felt exhausted, if I cried a single tear again I'd be knocked out into a deep sleep right now. 

Somehow talking about sleep eased my sleepiness into a relaxed state as I gazed at the night city of Seoul. The lights reminded me of the night before we went into college. That night really was a great one. I hope the states treat her with nothing but care and kindness or I'll have to go to war with them if they hurt my little girl. Not even realizing that I've arrived home while I was remembering the sweet times, the ride was over. "Excuse me, the total is $40." he informed waving his hand in front of my face. "Ah, I'm sorry. You can keep the change." I bowed handing him about $45 for causing him to have to get me out of my small trance. I entered my house with the rushing urge to jump into my bed and go straight to sleep. As I did exactly what my mind thought of doing. Sleeping. 

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Forgetting to set an alarm to wake up just in time to wait for Myunha's call, I didn't need one as my excited nerves over grew me and I woke myself up. It was around 9 almost going onto 10 when I had woke up. I checked my recent calls to make sure that she didn't arrive early and called me while I was sleeping. No calls, now I must wait for 11 for her call. I turned on the television in the living room that hasn't been turned on since my dad left for China which was left on the news channel. He always watches the news as it would always either be about China or just the weather in Seoul. As I made me some breakfast I listened to the news as they had breaking news from China. "Breaking News many workers found dead at a business station in China, Shangdong due to a bombing of Americans. We still have yet to know the reasoning behind it and why that specific company". My heart dropped as I intended to finally actually pay attention to the news afraid that my father was one killed in it. They named the same place he was going to be located at as well. While they continued showing whom was killed, I seen my dad. But he wasn't on the list of those killed. He was listed as a survivor. I grasped my chest in relief scared that my world would crash down. I walked back into the kitchen continuing to cook my breakfast after the news displayed the weather for this week. For the next few minutes of cooking I prepared my food onto the living rooms table and watched the news. It was almost 12 by the time I was finished with my food and I was really getting worried. Just as I was close to making assumptions the news answered my questions just as if they were reading my mind. "Once again breaking news but this time coming from South Koreas Korean airlines. Apparently the flight AF537 that was supposed to make their arrival at California filled with foreign students from Seoul University has crashed. Only a few who weren't able to make it was killed. As in total 24 were killed and amongst those 24 people they were,  Kim Wilyoung, Park Mihun... and Park Myunha. They were rushed to the hospital but were unresponsive once they got there due to the several plane parts jammed into their bodies severely hurting them and killing them. If you happen to notice any of these few people please contact this number below." The news anchor reported as I dropped my bowl onto the floor after loosing all grip and senses. Seeing her picture that she had on her passport on the television my tears couldn't hold themselves any longer. 

Myunha, why did it have to be you? I thought you said you'll be here for me. How did the others survive and not you? Myunha please tell me that you're still alive and the news was lying, please. What happened to our future. The last words I said to you, I didn't know they'll be the permanent last words that you'v heard from me. I was waiting patiently for you, why'd you have to switch that role to me? Myunha, please tell me you're lying. I don't need to hear this, not now. How dare they kill my queen. Tell me who was the pilot! Boy do I have plenty of words from him. I immediately called the number shown on the screen and shakily held the phone at my ear. My lips heavily quivered as my feet tapped against the ground rapidly unable of what to do. My eyes start to get swollen as I cried my heart out. "Hello you have contacted Whreins Bell Hospital in California, may we ask whom you are calling for?" The innocent ladies voice spoke. "Y-Yes, I'm C-calling for Myunha. Park Myunha." I whispered into the phone as I heard typing on the other line. I didn't seem to notice that the lady spoke Korean as I was too focused on hearing about my girlfriend. "Oh Park Myunha, 19 years old! She's fine. She had a few minor injuries but she should be out by this weekend. Whom is this that called?" She asked as my heavy heart was lifted by a ton. I was still heartbroken that she was hurt. "I'm Lee Taeyong her boyfriend." I spoke louder than before. "Okay I'll inform her that you've called in worry of her and instead of studying abroad she'll head straight home with a pilot whom is for sure of the correct landing. Once she wakes up I'll have her call this number. But for now thanks for calling and checking on on your girlfriend." She explained. I know Myunha has to be scared to death right now. Hell I was on the verge of searching the pilot who drove the plane down and dealing with him myself. Looking down on the floor,  a small cut was placed on my ankle from when I dropped my bowl. Blood was barely seen coming out of it as it made an outline of the cut that was made. Quickly, I cleaned it u to prevent myself from hurting my feet again. It didn't seem to hurt until I stood up and walked to the medicine cabinet. After healing my cut I went straight to Ms.Park's house to see if she was watching the news as well.

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Safely Myunha arrived at the same airport I left her at but with a different airline. She looked really exhausted as she only glance down at her feet once she got off the bridge and into the airport. Me and Mrs. Park stood at her gate with balloons, food, letters from us and other friends of hers. She finally glanced up from the ground and the solemn look on her face now became glad and hurt. "Mom, Taeyong!" She screamed making an effort to run on her slightly healed leg. "Myunha please be careful, your leg still hasn't healed yet." I yelled as she arrived with a wide smile in front of us. She looked as if she wanted to cry the the tears welling up in her eyes. With immediate action, I pulled her into a gentle hug scared that I might hurt her if I added any more strength to my arms. She seemed to be totally fine besides her ankle. It must have been hard to fly again after such tragedy to happen again.  She let go of the grasp on me and hugged her mom. "Taeyong thanks for worrying about me so much, I'm still shocked how they mistaken me for being dead." She smiled. The smile that I was waiting for. After what felt like years without her, I've got her where no one can hurt her. She was able to keep her promise, that she was going to be right back. Although she didn't get what she went there for, the only thing that matters is that she's safe and at home. All that matters is that My queen will become my world and my wife now. No longer in the arms of wrong nor in pain like her life has been in the past. I shall  help her write the best chapter for her in her life. It would be named, Myunyong's long path.

___Taeyong___

Hello everyone!!!! I hope you all enjoyed this story to it's fullest and hope you all enjoyed this last chapter as it may seem very confusing with everything happening. Please comment what you thought and sorry for any grammar corrections or any sort of incorrect words on here. But for now this has been Patrice with my book Sick and Tired.