"Do you, Kang Mira, take Choi Yeonjun, as your lawfully wedded husband?"
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Because we all have our soulmates scattered around this vast universe with a single red string attached around our fingers; it's the tug of hearts and longing for unknown th...
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Afternoon dawns on the horizon at the fastest speed. I look at the gold struck rays shining through the creaks of the branches above my head. The gentle breeze by the leaves makes me feel dizzy. I rest my back against the tree and close my eyes.
Today may be my last day in this world.
I will miss this.
My hands grip on the tree. A knot forms inside my throat as I lean my head on it. I whisper with pain.
"Now, Yeon has also left me... who do I have? Will you remember me, Ayra? You had been a good friend. Always calmed me by the cold wind you brought, you see."
I open my eyes, which land on the freshly dug soil. I have planted a seed of apple tree on it. On Yeon's grave.
"Yeon, I'm leaving you with Ayra." I smile through tears. "She will take good care of you. Shower you with wind, petals, and leaves. Won't you, Ayra? I know you will."
I sniff, feeling lost by the realization of every bit of energy draining out of my body. The back door opens, revealing a grim faced Mrs. Hyun.
"Mira," She calls out, her eyes sad and downcast. "It's time for you to get ready."
I wipe my tears away and get up. While going back, I turn behind me every second, staring at the grave of Yeon and imprinting the image in my mind.
