Shes gone (1/1)

She wasn’t sure where she was. Was she even still alive? Her brain ran through memories like movies,  “Annyeong” his little voice rang out, “Call me Oppa,” he instructed, “But you’re only two months older than me” her six year old foot stamped down. She saw him stick a bouquet of fresh picked flowers in her ten year old face. “Oh Jiyong- oppa, they’re so pretty!” her little self rejoice, a proud smile spread across his face.        “Tell me you love me oppa.” they were now seventeen, “You know I do.” He responded, “Tell me” she coaxed. He sighed and smiled down at her, “I love you.” He said simply. She watched herself smile, “ I love you too oppa.” The images flickered and vanished. She looked around her, the darkness seemed to be gaining depth, “You look beautiful.” She heard behind her, Jiyong walked past her. There was the sound of bells as she turned to where he was walking, and there she was.        A wedding dress, how could she be seeing this, they were now twenty five. But yet they were barely twenty. She inspected her own dress, one that she kept a sketch of in her journal near the bed. Her chest felt heavy, her heart pounded knowing this was never going to happen. She wouldn’t live to see the day she married a man who betrayed her. Her fantasy seemed so real, so happy as they replaced the promise rings with wedding bands. “They’re perfect.” She said, “Just like us.” He replied. Just like last time, she watched the kiss. Over my dead body.             The doctor finally emerged, Jiyong didn’t look up, he didn’t want to see the expression. He didn’t want to hear the words, a soft hand landed on his shoulder. He knew even before the doctor told him. He thought of what she must look like. Asleep, that angelic face flashed across his mind. What she looked like when she slept, that serene look on her face. The one he would never be able to see or touch again. The beautiful face that would never smile at him, the voice that would never again whisper his name, or tell him that she loves him. Somehow he was outside, going back to the field. The rain outside lightened up, he walked for what seemed like hours.            The field it seemed, had faded in color, the grass no longer as green as it was. The leaves on the trees seemed withered. He stood there for a moment, taking in the changes. Just a few days ago it was still alive, she was still alive. Just a few days ago he had a shot of getting her back. Of making everything up to her, just a few days ago they could have started a life truly together. His hand tightened around the ring in his hand, there will be no one else for him. He looked down at the ring, “Saranghea” he whispered letting the wind carry his words. Wherever she was now, she was happy, hopefully. For him, it was the start of a long journey. Never come back, he promised with one last glance at the field.