I glanced back at the clock at the right side of my bed on the top of my shelf. It was already 7:45 pm.
Someone then knocked at my door. "Jisoo, dear. Come on, they're already here." It was mom.
"Yes, mom." I answered. I then hear its faint footsteps. I sighed.
I still can't process everything. I felt myself becoming numb day by day. Even more numb at everything around me since the day I woke up from that dream. I thought it was real.
He was real.
I got up and went out of my room. I started hearing faint voices downstairs, maybe in the living room.
Straight from where I am, just some meters away was the attic that I saw from my dream. It was there, alright. All the things, too. Well, except for the painting and of course, absolutely without him.
"Jiyeon, we're so sorry. We're late. We got flat tire along the way."
"Oh, you guys should have called, Min." I hear my mom answered. She then gasped.
"Oh my God. What a handsome man you've become. And so tall, too." They then all giggled.
"Thank you, Aunt Jiyeon." He chuckled.
And that's where froze. That voice. That laugh.
"Oh! Is that the one?" It was Dad.
"Yeah. I would like to give it to Jisoo." He answered. It can't be! I hurriedly went down the stairs and went to the living room. And my heart literally skipped a beat.
"Taehyung" I called his name. It came out as a whisper.
He glanced at me and beamed his boxy smile. Those sweet smile that I really adore.
Was I dreaming again?
He walked towards me. My heart was beating uncontrollably. He stopped a few inches away and stretch his hand to give me something.
It was the painting.
"H-how?" I said in a whisper and glanced back at him. It was real?
I clasped my head and close my eyes.
My head was spinning. It was throbbing in pain. My breath became abnormal. I look at him again and then everything flashes into my mind.
All the memories. In this villa. My childhood experiences. With him. Every summer.
How we always play under the sun every morning. Go to the zoo and amusement parks, visit the neighborhood and greet everyone, our bike competition which I always lose, buy our favorite strawberry-flavored ice cream and my favorite, going to the beach in the afternoon play then watch as the sun sets.
***
"Don't ever forget me, okay?" I sniffled. I was holding back my tears. He was still staring me.
Aside from my family, he is favorite person in the whole world. His family are going to another country. This is the last time I'll be seeing him.
I failed. I then burst into tears.
"Sooyaa, you promised me. You won't cry when this time comes." He whined. I know he's also holding back from crying because his voice cracked.
"Yah! H-how can I not?! It's i-impossible not to c-cry w-when you're already l-leaving m-me!"
"Arasso. Arasso." He wiped my tears. "But I'll be back. Really. I promise." I look at him and nodded. He smiled and I answered with a smile, too.
We looked at the car waiting for him. We both gasped when his Dad honked the honked the car, indicating that it's their time to go.
He hugged me instantly. "Bye, Chu."
"Bye, Taetae." He stare at each other one more time. And I was shocked when he suddenly kissed my forehead. Then, ran towards their car and went directly inside.
***
I exhaled loudly, tears we're falling into my eyes. I was breathing abnormally.
I looked up and saw everyone looking at me with concern. Taehyung was holding me, if he didn't I might have stumbled back.
"Are you okay, Soo?" My mom. She was already crying.
"Do you remember everything now, Jisoo?" Dad went closer and guide me to sit at the sofa. they all followed still looking at me, intently.
"I-I remember. I remember everything." I was looking everywhere but not them. My mind was a mess.
What is happening? Was this my memories? Why do I only knew it now? What the hell is happened to me?
"H-how did I forgot?" My dad looked away.
"You we're still fifteen, at that time. W-we got into a c-car accident. Y-your father and I only suffered scars and bruises but unfortunately, y-you--" Mom can't finished explaining because she was already crying uncontrollably.
Aunt Minyeon then hugged her, Taehyung's mom.
"You we're in a coma for 5 months, Soo dear. And when you wake up, you suddenly don't remember everything. But we never gave up, we tried everything to help you remember." It was Grandma who finished explaining for mom.
My dad spoke again. "Yeah. Some came back and some didn't. It was okay at first, but suddenly you changed. Our little bundle of sunshine and bubbly Kim Jisoo was gone. You we're then diagnosed with depression. We tried every treatment but nothing helped."
"Not until we suddenly remembered how you live your days in your younger years. In here, in the villa. Then I got this idea." Grandma then looked at Taehyung.
She smiled at him which he gave back. She looked back at me.
"I was hesitant at first but I knew as I watched you both grow together. And see how genuine your feelings with each other. In that moment, I reached out to this young man and explained what happened to you. He managed to pull this idea off." I look at him only to met his eyes already on me.
***
After dinner, he asked me if we could walk outside and talk. We stopped at the park, it was the very same place we used to play when we were kids.
We are both sitting at the bench watching the night sky.
The area was silent as so are we. But it was a good silent, a comfortable one. We both sighed at the same time and instantly looked at each other and laughed.
"So, did you like my gift?" He asked. He was referring to the painting.
"Yeah. I never knew you stole it from my grandpa." I smirked. The painting was done by my grandfather, he was a great painter.
The painting was Taehyung and I when we were kids. He must have made it one afternoon, while watching us play.
God, how I missed him.
"Hey! He gave it to me, you know? After I left, he told me to keep it. To always remind me that I must come back."
"You.." I looked at him. " You came back..."
"Of course, Chu. I promised I would." He smiled. And will never leave again." And so, he kissed my forehead.
the end.
a/n: Thoughts anyone? :)
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