| Fan Fiction |
by Isa
the chairs near the far corner of the room, playing
"Memory" Winter Sonata OST instrumental on her violin.
She played the song with such, emotion, such precision,
it brought tears to her teachers eyes, and her fellow
students. She ended the song, and they all clapped for
her. she bowed and thanked them, modestly, and left the
room as practice was over.
She left her college campus, and walked over
to the local Coffee Bean. Where she sat down and
drank some tea. Then she left and went home for the day.
She looked at a picture of her and Rain on her bulletin
board. He was a very close friend of hers, but he
had left suddenly without any word heard from him as to
why. She sighed and did her homework. Then she went
left her room, and took a walk around the park.
She saw an old couple holding hands, walking slowly
and she smiled to herself. How love could last for
so many years. When she left the track, someone
suddenly stood in front of her. She couldn't believe
her eyes. "JiHoon oppa?"(Rain) She said, surprised.
Rain smiled down at her. "I'm back." He said.
She was happy, and angry that he didn't tell her at
the same time. "You're back?! Why did you leave like
that all of a sudden?!" She asked him. He sighed.
"I'm really sorry. I had to leave right away, because
it wasn't safe for me here. The police confused me
with my brother who did some things, and I had to leave.
But it's all cleared now." He explained. "You're brother
did what? But oppa, you just got back? Why would the
first person you'd be looking for be me?" She asked
him, confused. "Why? I missed you. Why wouldn't you
be the first peron I'd look for? I like you dongseng."
He admitted. Jessy backed up a few steps, surprised.
"What?" She said. "I like you." He said again.
"I like you too oppa. But you're not gonna leave me
again are you?" She asked him. He shook his head with
a smile. "Never." He said, and pulled her close to him
again, until their lips met. The birds were chirping,
which seriously annoyed her, but she didn't care. He
was back in her life, and the flowers bloomed.
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