| Fan Fiction |
by Seo.Tai.Mi [Sung.ii.ee]
Wow, 3 chapters in 1 day XD. I went over my own limits :3
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Young Saeng only woke up the following day. The wound on his wrist was healed completely.
“Why, Abby, why?” he looked into the same mirror.
He could see Abby’s figure again in the mirror. She shrugged her shoulders, then steamed the mirror and wrote something with her finger.
“Can you do me a favor, please?”
Young Saeng nodded his head.
“Please, please burn my body. I want its soul to rest in peace.”
Young Saeng nodded again, then headed to the morgue. He saw Lee Won Su again there.
“I’m here to pick the body…”
“Yes, yes. What are you going to do with it?”
”… Incinerate.”
“Fine then. Shall I help you?”
”Please. But first, I need to drop home a bit and take something. Do you mind…?”
“Oh, no.”
As Young Saeng reached his house, he got the only bride dress he created in his entire career. The dress that gained the popularity that Chanel never did in all those years, it got in 5 minutes on the stage. Only Abby got to wear it – and it’s a fact Young Saeng is extremely proud of.
“Would you help me dress her, please?”
“S-… Sure…” mr. Lee hesitated a bit.
Young Saeng was smiling. At least he got to see Abby for the last time in her human form. Then he’ll let the soul rest in peace. It was the best thing he could have ever done for her.
Abby was already dressed in a simple white dress, barefooted. It was the traditional dress for unmarried girls who are dead and buried. Young Saeng preferred breaking the traditions a bit and dressing Abby in a bride dress. He thought that someone must pass through every moment of his life – being born, baptism, marriage and death. Since Abby wasn’t married, he found it right to make her pass through marriage by wearing the bride dress.
After they were done dressing her in the bride dress, Young Saeng looked at her one last time. Even if her face was pale, even if she was as cold as ice, even if her eyes were closed, her body soulless and heavy like a stone, he still loved her. He loved her with all his heart.
“They made you a bride without me wanting it… You married Death, Abby? Wrong choice you did…” he seemed like talking to the sleeping puppet, easily brushing his index finger over her face.
He could barely accept the fact of losing his dearest being on Earth. Young Saeng burst into tears again, hugging the lifeless puppet.
Mr. Lee patted his shoulder, trying to regain Young Saeng’s strength.
“Be a man, Young Saeng. I’m sorry for your loss. Shall we continue now?”
“Of course.” Young Saeng wiped his tears away and then held them back.
They both carried Abby to the car, then drove off to the shrine. As they reached the shrine, Mr. Lee told Young Saeng that he already reserved the day for mourning Abby. All the prayers that day would be directed to release the soul.
“Why would you want her to burn along with this beautiful dress?” the shrine keeper asked.
“Personal reasons…” Young Saeng sighed.
He didn’t believe his eyes when he saw the huge flames overwhelm her body. Young Saeng was weak of soul. It was too emotional for him to see his dearest being burnt to ashes. But he remained there, praying for the soul.
“I think you’d like to keep this.” The shrine keeper gave Young Saeng a small recipient, which held Abby’s ashes. It looked like a tiny hourglass with grey sand. “But I found this, it didn’t burn. It’s yours, keep it.” The shrine keeper put something in Young Saeng’s hand. He bowed and left into the shrine, closing the door behind him.
Young Saeng put the hourglass in his pocket and looked at what the shrine keeper gave him. To him amazement, it was the star pendant he gave Abby when he argued with her in the office. Instead of putting it in his pocket, next to the hourglass, Young Saeng attached the star pendant to his necklace. This way, he’d keep the memory of Abby forever.
“Thank you for your help.” Young Saeng bowed in front of Mr. Lee.
“It’s my job.”
As he reached home, Young Saeng put the tiny hourglass on his nightstand, next to Abby’s framed photo, her diary and the note. It was already late at night. He barely touched the pillow that he already fell asleep. Too many happened these days so he could be active.
Instead of recovering, Young Saeng’s mental stability was going down. He started getting into a severe depression. Not even the doctors and psychiatrist could help him. Nobody ever encountered such a case. Even the situation of a mother’s or a sister’s death was cured easily. Young Saeng seemed really hard to be cured. He refused trying to forget Abby, he hugged the framed photo every day.
In the last couple of days, he stopped receiving any kind of sign from Abby, the angel. Even though his belief in angels was true. His life was going down dramatically. He tried committing suicide again, by overdose of pills. But Abby saved him every time he tried to take his own life, either by self-injury, overdose… Anything.
“There is only one way Abby can’t stop me from dieing…”
Copycat suicide. That’s what he thought.
It was already one week since Abby left him. It was already one week since it hadn’t stopped raining. It was already one week since nobody saw the Sun. It was already one week since Young Saeng didn’t cry for Abby. He understood that his tears would hurt her soul and every tear he shed for her would be like a pin in her heart.
Young Saeng was walking through the rain to the railway, with small steps. He was soaked from head to toes. He was happy. Finally, he’d get to see Abby again… He looked up, into the sky, letting the icy drops of rain wash away the sadness from his face. He smiled.
Reaching the railway, Young Saeng made sure it was the right time. The train should be coming now. As he looked at his watch, he already heard the train honk in the distance. He smiled to himself.
‘Perfect synchronization.’ He thought.
The train was getting closer. He could hear it. Young Saeng closed his eyes and opened his arms widely, as wanting to take the train that was coming right into his arms. Before the train was a couple of miles away, the reminiscence of his life shot like a lightning before his eyes:
When Abby bumped into him, when they first ate ice cream together, the interview, their first day of work together, Abby’s suggestions over his creations, Abby’s confession, Young Saeng’s first fashion show, the bride dress, their rough argue… And it stopped just when Abby died in the same place where he was then.
The train managed to stop at mere inches before hitting Young Saeng at full speed. He knew that if not even the train could kill him, then nothing can. Young Saeng fell onto his knees, crying again.
The sky got lightened again. The rain stopped and a couple of sunrays were breaking through the barrier of dark clouds.
A slim silhouette got out of the locomotive and noticed Young Saeng crying. He heard some steps on the gravel and raised his eyes. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The figure was wearing a dress. A long white dress. It looked so familiar that Young Saeng fell onto his back.
“I’m… I’m seeing ghosts now? Am I really becoming crazy…?”
The figure shook its head, as a response. “No, you aren’t.”
“Have I died?”
The figure shook its head again. “No, you didn’t.”
“Then what’s going on in here…?”
“It’s hard to explain, Young Saeng…” the figure got closer to Young Saeng and cupped his face in its delicate palms.
Young Saeng couldn’t help it but cry in happiness and hug the figure that was just in front of him. He felt happy feeling hands in material form.
“Abby… Abby, I’ve missed you so much!” he couldn’t find his words.
“Young Saeng, stop it, you’re making me cry too…” Abby started crying as well.
“I’ve been longing so much to feel your embrace again…”
“You can’t even tell how much I wanted to tell you that-…”
“Don’t tell me, Abby. Don’t tell me anything. I don’t need any words right now. Your presence speaks for everything…”
“Young Saeng, I-…”
He pulled away easily from the hug and looked straight into her eyes. It was such a deep hazel, it looked almost hypnotizing. He got lost. Lost both into her eyes and his thoughts.
“Such pretty eyes shouldn’t spill tears…” he used his index finger to wipe her tears away.
“At least they aren’t sadness tears… I can’t hold them back, Young Saeng…” Abby smiled widely.
Young Saeng smiled in response, between all those tears he shedded this time while Abby wasn’t next to him. He cupped her face into his palms and hesitated a bit. Before he could think twice, his face was already getting closer to hers, his eyes closed. Their lips met into a passionate kiss, which showed the longing and burning carving for each other.
The sun was setting already. The clouds started scattering along the lines of the horizon. The Angel’s Cry stopped.
“Abby… I… I want to ask you something…”
”What is it?”
“You know you asked me to burn your body. And I burnt it along with the dress. How come you’re in the same body and in the same dress?”
”It’s hard to explain, Young Saeng. You see, the love we carry for each other is so pure that it materialized me. You know that saying, “Love knows no boundaries”, right? Well, here’s its proof.”
Young Saeng smiled and embraced Abby one more time. He missed it and he has the reasons to.
“But why didn’t you tell me you suffered of epilepsy? We could have got over it… Together…”
“You see, Young Saeng… Being an angel… I didn’t suffer of epilepsy… I just suffered of a… Reality Overdose…”