“Its stands for Kim Ki Bum” I turned my attention to the guy grinning at me.
Me: Oh, nice to meet you Mister---.
Ki Bum: Just call me Ki Bum. Its fine~ ^^
I nodded and looked down. My feet were moving back and forward, brushing away the snow on the ground. It seemed that I was changing the color of the snow instead…
Ki Bum: Hey… why are you sitting here, alone, crying? It’s Christmas Eve!
I put my feet on the bench and rested my chin on my knees. I hugged my legs and looked at couples who were ice-skating…
Me: Because, unfortunately, I have to spend this after I learned my loved one… wasn’t coming back.
Ki Bum [uneasy]: Oh…
Me: But it’s ok…
I stood up and looked up.
Me [pretending to catch the stars]: He’s somewhere over there… he’s there, watching every single move I am doing right now…
My vision got blurry again and I used the tissue again to hide my tears. The so-called Ki Bum stood next to me once I managed to control my overwhelming feelings. He patted my head and I was surprised of what he did.
Did he just pat my head like that while I barely know him?!
Ki Bum: I’m sure… that he didn’t want you to cry like this…
I pouted and kept looking down. I can’t smile right now. I knew I wasn’t feeling strong enough to turn the page… It has been a few days now… but the news kept stabbing my poor heart, my stubborn heart.
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