TOMORROW? ✔️

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p.s.  for better experience, please listen to 'Still With You by Jungkook' on repeat when you reading this short story:) enjoy~

A story won't be a story if no one read it~

It was all started with me. Me? Yes, me. The one who have many things in mind but never let them out except on a piece of paper. Today was just the same like yesterday and everyday. But... why tomorrow doesn't have 'day' in their word? Because we won't know what will happen tomorrow. Maybe today is the last day we live and tomorrow we die. We never know. That's why we need to cherish every moment of it because it will gone soon.

Today, I wandered around the city full with cars. Noises, pollution, skycrappers  and traffic light. Here, I rambled to nowhere. Walking slowly with no destination. This is me. Going into an art exhibition and park full of trees. Everything that exists in this world have the story of itself. The real meaning of it that only one knows. People have different personalities of mind. One picture can give many different meaning base on the people who see it. One thing that we need to keep in mind that, 'everyone is beautiful, the problem is that we live in a judgemental society' before doing anything.

"Daniel!" someone shouted my name from afar. I turned my body to search for the person who called me. Then, I saw a girl was running toward me. 

"Oh! Spirea noona" I stood there with a sheepish smile on my face.

p.s. noona means older sister in korean

"What are you doing here?" I asked her shyly with both of my hands at the back.

"Yaishh.. this little kid. I'm the one who should asked you! where have you been? It's been a month I've been searching for you" Spirea noona showed her teeth. I know, she must be worried.

"Noona, this whole month,I'm just enjoying my life and I'm fit as fiddle" I answered.

"Daniel, you know.. I'm your biggest fan. You can't do that to your fan. A month feels like a year to me" She pulled a long face. I sigh. Then, I put both of my hands on her shoulders.

"Alright, noona.. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for making you waiting for me. From now on, I will do everything you want me to do, everything to make you accept my apology" I pleaded as our eyes met. A smile slowly appeared on her face.

"Yeay! promise me. Tomorrow, meet me at my garden. Let's grow a flower together. You know I have a green fingers" I said excitedly.

"Anything for you noona" I said softly.

"Bye, Daniel! see ya tomorrow" she waved her hand as she slowly leave me.

I comeback  to my house,  my little tiny house, after the sky went dark. Now, it just me, only me, in a high and dry state. I saw a plastic bag full with flower seeds on the table that I just bought at the flower shop nearby. I brought a beautiful blue smeraldo flower seeds. The florist told me the story of the smeraldo flower making my heart slightly hurt. It was a really sad and beautiful story. Tomorrow, I'm going to tell this story to noona. She might like it.

So... next, I'm gonna learn how to grow a flower first. I rummaged the bookshelf that was beside my bed, searching for 'How To Grow a Flower for Dummies' book.

"Where did I put? I swear, I saw it last week" I muttered.

"Oh, here it is!" I took  out the book as I grew a big smile on my lips, feeling so satisfied. I opened the book as I read the direction one by one, studied to prepare for tomorrow.

I don't wanna make noona sad anymore.

After a few hour, finally, I've done reading the book from the front cover until the the back cover. Now, it is the time to planting try planting a flower. I started with digging the dirt to make a hole. After that, I put the seeds into the hole and covered it with dirt.

"I hope that noona will be proud of me" I said happily.

As I was watering the plant, suddenly, my face became red and itchy. It was so sting. My breathing became harder and harder. The problem was there's no flower right now. I rummaged the rack, searching for my allergic pills. Unfortunately, the pills bottle was emptied. Then, I spotted a flower, a Spirea Flower, in the plastic bag that was filled with flower seeds.

So, this is my fate. I fell to the ground as my leg became weak. I was sitting on a cold ground, waiting to be dead. My breath became really hard. It's pain in my chest. Then, I remembered what father had said to me, "Don't be too happy because anything bad will surely become more bad if you don't remember the reason why we live"

Father's word was dancing in my mind as I felt really regret. I don't want to die. I want to meet Spirea noona tomorrow. I remembered that tomorrow doesn't have 'day' in it's word. Maybe if I stand up now and forget that I have illness, I will become more happy again. But seeing that I don't have any energy to stand up and seeing myself that was out of breath, just making me hopeless. It was hurt in the heart knowing that, we ignore truth for temporary happiness.

Maybe heart were made to be broken. Noona, sorry for breaking your promise. Sorry for leaving you alone. We need to accept that, not all promise are true. Mostly are lies... Then, my mind refreshed the day when I was little kiddo to the teenager boy and me now. The day I saw my parent's accident, the day I got good grades at school and the day I met you, Spirea noona.

All the moment we shared together. The ice cream incident, the day you thought i eat your cookies and the day after party where you fell into an oranges juice pool. My mind replays what my heart can't forget. SPIREA, what a great name. I really like the Spirea flower one and you, Spirea noona. You both smell same, same beautiful and same kind. Seeing the flower that I plant earlier, making me realized that, I grew a flower that couldn't be bloom in a dream that won't come true. I'm trying really hard to save the flower from any disaster. I need to protect you. But, fate is fate. I can't do anything to run from a fate that I will leave the flower, that I will leave you.

I crawled toward the table and grabbed a piece of paper with a pen. I started to write my last letter as I was hoding the Spirea flower a the another hand. I know, I have an allergy to flower. But, if it was Spirea noona's flower, I will do anything for her. 'Love is when, falling feels like flying'