Knock! Knock!
He came to visit me. He walked
into my room. There’s no bandage or crutches on him. He brought some bottles of
juices on his hands.
“Annyeong.”, he smiled widely.
“Annyeong. Ah, you really come! And
your leg, is it okay now?”
“Ehm. Look! I can even dance
better than you.”, he moved his leg and danced weirdly.
I laughed. “Oh, arasseo!”
“I brought this for you, you like
orange juice, right?”
“Hehe. Gomawo, please put over
there.”, I pointed a table on the corner of the room.
“Are you alone?”, he asked as he
put the juices on the table.
“Hm, my mom and dad have to work.
The doctor and nurses are also busy taking care of other patients.”
“Ah… Are you lonely?”, he sat on
the chair next to my bed.
“Well… I was lonely, little bit.
But, not now, because you suddenly came here.”
“Then, you have to thank me
because I came here to visit you.”
“What if I don’t want to? Will you go?”
“Do you want me to go?”
“No, not that…”
“So what do you want?”
“I mean… Thank you… for coming to
visit me…”, I looked away and said it softly.
“What did you say? I don’t get
it.”
“Ah, nothing… I didn’t say anything.
Hehehe.”
“Aish… So, I’ll go home.”, he stood
from his chair.
“No, don’t go home. Please, stay here…
I don’t have friend to talk to…”, I grabbed his hand. “So... Sorry…” I released
his hand.
He sat on the chair again.
“How old are you?”, I asked.
“23. And you?”
“Ha…. 23…. I wanna be 23…..” I
sighed. “I’m 18. Doctor said… maybe I’ll not surpass 20… How does it feel to be
23?”
He looked at me quietly. I looked
at him confusedly.
“Why?”, I asked.
“It’s not easy… to be 23. You may
experience a lot of bad things. It’s really hard. But, you can do nothing
except moving forward or holding back everything that hurt you. Sometimes, you
have to clarify something or apologize for something you didn’t do, or you didn’t
purposely do. And you’ll also have to think about many things ahead. Worry
about many things…”
“Woah… it sounds fun… I wanna do
those things…”
“Eh???”, he stared at me
shockingly.
“Everything that you said to me,
that sounds soooooo interesting… I never have such things before… You must be
grateful with your life…”
He looked at me again. There’s
long awkward silence between us.
“Oppa…”, I broke our silence.
“Eh?”
“Can I call you oppa? Yangyo
oppa?”
“You must be so grateful for having
oppa like me.” He patted my head.
“Well, not really. Kekekeke.”
We laughed a lot that day.
***
“Sleep well. Annyeong…” I closed
the door and walked away to the parking lot. Short yet sweet visit. I wanted to
stay any longer but Sehun-hyung kept calling me. I knew he would scold me for
taking too long in hospital.
This car moved along the street
but my mind stuck on her. I took a small note and a pen from my bag and started
drawing.
A girl. Short-straight-hair. Pony on her forehead. Wearing hospital
pajamas. Simply smiling beautifully.
Ah-Reum.
I wrote the name below. I deeply
sighed.
I’m so grateful I met her.
-to be continued-
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