Gangster Maid

Final

Jiyong felt his world collapsed before him upon hearing the news that Dara was in coma. The double operation was deemed successful. However, the accident had rendered Dara in a coma with no definite time when she would gained her consciousness. Left only with the family Kwons, the room where Dara was brought in after the operation, was filled with Jiyong's impish cry again as he leaned down his head to her bed and grabbed her hand.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Jiyong repeated his apologies again and again that it broke Seha and Soyeon's heart. Without even sayign another word, they left the room to let Jiyong let out all his emotions.

It was only dawn after the operation was finish and none of the Kwons had a sleep after the accident. Back in the house a while ago, Jiyong had refused to be treated by the doctor and fought for his way to be in the hospital with Dara. The doctor left then with no specific words for them. That north Korean doctor only said that he will be back for Jiyong after he will drop by on some patient he needed to treat with.

Sitting now to his wheelchair, Jiyong thought he had poured all his tears for a single night and it felt like it was gonna be until Dara will regained her consciousness. 

He felt it was his fault.

She wanted to go away.

But he stopped her from doing so.

Yes, he was greedy.

Yes, he was selfish.

He wanted to go peacefully without much thought of those people whom he will leave.

Jiyong's hand crawled across his chest this time while he eyed Dara's unconscious state. She was in a comma with a possibility of brain dead if she wont respond to the medicine anymore.

Is this how it felt?

To be left alone?

Once again his tears came flowing freshly to his cheeks while he firmly held her hand.

He crumpled his shirt this time when his heart wildly thrashing inside his ribcage.

If he'll lose her this time. He didn't know anymore.

If she die...

If God wont be merciful to his pathetic life...

If he'll lose her...

It was blank.

All blank.

Monotone.

No music.

No colors.

All gray and dull and silent.

That's not life at all.

No.

And Jiyong's couldn't be anymore ashamed if ever his parents would hear him sobs so loudly in the room.

Even his own sobs sounded like a monotone beep to his ears.

If God wont be merciful to him, he'll be willing to sold his soul to the devil just to have her back. That smile on her face to replace the pale ones right now. Her cold skin back in contrast to her cold ones.

It was crazy. He had never thought he would love this way.

To even think of all those insanity.

Dara wont ever be his gravity.

Dara was never one force to hold him back.

No.

She was the unnamed force. Chaotic. Mind raging knots.