GIVE ME BACK MY HUSBAND!!! Part 2
I truged down the stairs to the kitchen slowly and steadily, trying as hard as I might to keep myself from toppling over. My mind felt groggy. My legs felt like jelly. And I wasn’t in the mood to do anything at all for the rest of the day. It was at times like this that I needed taemin uppa the most. I was never really good in making plans for the day, especially when the only thing I would be busy with was when yoo rin called suddenly and say that she’s coming to pay us a visit. Taemin uppa would be out most of the day, but he never failed to turn up for lunch and dinner at home. Never failed to, but today, and who knows how many days afterwards, he’s going to do just that.
The windows were left open, I noticed, which made me cringe when I saw it left ajar. It could’ve been anyone- maybe one of the uppas, yoo rin, or myself. In situations like this the smallest things could be left unnoticed and unintended. If Taemin uppa was here, he would make a fuss about the small things that I thought would never matter- leaving the doors unlocked, the grills opened, or even the stove still in fire. He was like that, always worrying over things that didn’t look important to me. Now that he’s gone.. Oh my God, that didn’t feel right.
The sky was a gleaming blue, the kind of colour I loved to see on Taemin uppa.
This was not right, I thought to myself, I wondered, how I would get through all of this, without Taemin uppa around. Just everything that I see, would make me remember all the things about him. A surge of panic ran in my veins. I could feel the burning sensation in my chest, my tears welled up in tears. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I wanted to be strong, but I knew better that I couldn’t. it’d just been one day that Taemin uppa’s gone, but look at me. I’m an empty space. A black hole.
Weak, I reached for support at the edge of the kitchen counter. I drew deep, big breaths, trying to keep the pressure low, or else, I might give in right then and there. The blood pulsed or rather raced through my veins uncontrollably. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to block the blinding rays of the sun that managed to escape through the crack of the window.
“Soo Jin-ah! Hahaha, you bonehead! Can’t catch me, can you?”
That voice. That windchime, that melody that I would easily recognize anywhere. I jolted in surprise, my eyes searching the whole room for the source of the harmony.
There he was, gleaming in the sunlight. His hair was tousled, they hung just above his neck in a puff of dark brown and black. He was standing right before me, with his eyes glistening like stars, or maybe it was just me. Taemin uppa smiled his mischievous smile which reached his eyes, the sign that he was enjoying what he was doing. In his left hand was a small pink bag which he held high up in the air, keeping it away from something else..
I wanted to scream, I wanted to run straight into his arms and cry in his arms. My heartbeat quickened, excited with this sudden chain of event. Was this true? Am I really not dreaming?
“Uppa! Stop playing games, will you?!”
The sound of footsteps echoed in my head, as I got nearer and nearer to where we were sharing this small, unintended reunion in the kitchen. That voice.. I knew her.
“Hahah!! Catch me if you can!” Taemin uppa turned abruptly to her, running away childishly from her extended hands, reaching for the small pink package he was holding tightly in his hands. They looked close, chasing each other, ignorant of my presence along with them in the kitchen.
“Taemin uppa!” She screamed. Taemin laughed, only enjoying the game he was absorbed in himself.
I couldn’t stand this anymore.
“STOP! PLEASE, STOP ALL OF THIS!!”
And just like that, the vision that played before me faded in a blur. It was nothing more than a figment of my imagination. The picture of my past, the times I had with Taemin uppa. I could feel the coldness suddenly biting my skin, freezing me from within. I could see a gaping hole swallowing me into its swirly blackness, welcoming me into a deep, untouched world of sorrow. I forfeited myself for so long, I couldn’t stand this any longer. I didn’t stop the black hands from pulling me into its embrace, it extended and folded me in a haze.
My vision blurred. My whole world dissolved.
The smell of salt loomed in the atmosphere, hanging in the air faintly. I turned my face away from the blinding sunlight and covered my face with my hands as the heat was becoming too hot to bear. it was already passing 9 in the morning, but no one else in the house was up yet, including yoo rin. I didn’t know what made me woke so early in the morning- it was never like this before. Maybe it was the pressure rambling things up inside me. I don’t know.
I truged down the stairs to the kitchen slowly and steadily, trying as hard as I might to keep myself from toppling over. My mind felt groggy. My legs felt like jelly. And I wasn’t in the mood to do anything at all for the rest of the day. It was at times like this that I needed taemin uppa the most. I was never really good in making plans for the day, especially when the only thing I would be busy with was when yoo rin called suddenly and say that she’s coming to pay us a visit. Taemin uppa would be out most of the day, but he never failed to turn up for lunch and dinner at home. Never failed to, but today, and who knows how many days afterwards, he’s going to do just that.
The windows were left open, I noticed, which made me cringe when I saw it left ajar. It could’ve been anyone- maybe one of the uppas, yoo rin, or myself. In situations like this the smallest things could be left unnoticed and unintended. If Taemin uppa was here, he would make a fuss about the small things that I thought would never matter- leaving the doors unlocked, the grills opened, or even the stove still in fire. He was like that, always worrying over things that didn’t look important to me. Now that he’s gone.. Oh my God, that didn’t feel right.
The sky was a gleaming blue, the kind of colour I loved to see on Taemin uppa.
This was not right, I thought to myself, I wondered, how I would get through all of this, without Taemin uppa around. Just everything that I see, would make me remember all the things about him. A surge of panic ran in my veins. I could feel the burning sensation in my chest, my tears welled up in tears. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I wanted to be strong, but I knew better that I couldn’t. it’d just been one day that Taemin uppa’s gone, but look at me. I’m an empty space. A black hole.
Weak, I reached for support at the edge of the kitchen counter. I drew deep, big breaths, trying to keep the pressure low, or else, I might give in right then and there. The blood pulsed or rather raced through my veins uncontrollably. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to block the blinding rays of the sun that managed to escape through the crack of the window.
“Soo Jin-ah! Hahaha, you bonehead! Can’t catch me, can you?”
That voice. That windchime, that melody that I would easily recognize anywhere. I jolted in surprise, my eyes searching the whole room for the source of the harmony.
There he was, gleaming in the sunlight. His hair was tousled, they hung just above his neck in a puff of dark brown and black. He was standing right before me, with his eyes glistening like stars, or maybe it was just me. Taemin uppa smiled his mischievous smile which reached his eyes, the sign that he was enjoying what he was doing. In his left hand was a small pink bag which he held high up in the air, keeping it away from something else..
I wanted to scream, I wanted to run straight into his arms and cry in his arms. My heartbeat quickened, excited with this sudden chain of event. Was this true? Am I really not dreaming?
“Uppa! Stop playing games, will you?!”
The sound of footsteps echoed in my head, as I got nearer and nearer to where we were sharing this small, unintended reunion in the kitchen. That voice.. I knew her.
“Hahah!! Catch me if you can!” Taemin uppa turned abruptly to her, running away childishly from her extended hands, reaching for the small pink package he was holding tightly in his hands. They looked close, chasing each other, ignorant of my presence along with them in the kitchen.
“Taemin uppa!” She screamed. Taemin laughed, only enjoying the game he was absorbed in himself.
I couldn’t stand this anymore.
“STOP! PLEASE, STOP ALL OF THIS!!”
And just like that, the vision that played before me faded in a blur. It was nothing more than a figment of my imagination. The picture of my past, the times I had with Taemin uppa. I could feel the coldness suddenly biting my skin, freezing me from within. I could see a gaping hole swallowing me into its swirly blackness, welcoming me into a deep, untouched world of sorrow. I forfeited myself for so long, I couldn’t stand this any longer. I didn’t stop the black hands from pulling me into its embrace, it extended and folded me in a haze.
My vision blurred. My whole world dissolved.
The smell of salt loomed in the atmosphere, hanging in the air faintly. I turned my face away from the blinding sunlight and covered my face with my hands as the heat was becoming too hot to bear. it was already passing 9 in the morning, but no one else in the house was up yet, including yoo rin. I didn’t know what made me woke so early in the morning- it was never like this before. Maybe it was the pressure rambling things up inside me. I don’t know.
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