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Laying in the soft cushions of her mattress, Han Sooyoung tugged at the white fabric looming over her side. Kim Dokja glanced for a moment, setting his eyes upon the scattered mess of her hair atop the sheets.
“…”
Patting it, Han Sooyoung gestured for him to come a little closer. And he approached, his right knee coming in contact with the soft material as the bed dipped. He could faintly hear her breathing, slightly shallow as he took notice of the visible exhaustion in her eyes.
“Do you know how hard it was for us to get you back?”
Kim Dokja nodded, she could see him trying to empathetically understand.
“Well, did you manage to read my novel?”
Sooyoung’s head tilted sideways, opposite to him. Maybe she couldn’t bear to set her eyes upon him at that moment.
“Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint?”
“Yeah, that one; did you like it?”
She could hear an airy laugh out of him before his body moved over to her.
“It was worth the wait. Mind if I nag you for more chapters?” Kim Dokja said tenderly, his tone was gentle. For her, this felt unusual. But the idea of his presence being there was enough to be considered comforting.
Han Sooyoung sat up, teary-eyed before she forcefully dragged the back of her hand against her face.
“It should be your story to finish.”
She so badly wanted to say, but her mouth wouldn’t word out that exact same sentence to the man.
“Yeah, I’ll keep writing, if that’s what you want.”
Kim Dokja’s lips curved up into a smile, “Then, I look forward to the stories you’ll make.”
She had to keep writing for him, for Kim Dokja. But this time, on what basis would it guarantee that he’ll be able to read it?
She’d never felt so vulnerable in her entire life, and she didn’t want anyone to see her in that light. Before she even noticed it herself, warm tears were already starting to blur her vision. She fell back, her figure slumping against the softness of her pillows.
“I just want to see you, to hear you one more time. Is that too much to ask?”
The Kim Dokja she had just spoken to did not answer, or perhaps because there truly never was a Kim Dokja there.
“There is still even the slightest possibility that we are able to save you. So until then, I’ll continue to selfishly believe that you are here, to earnestly yearn for the day you’ll come back to us—to me.”