2028
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🕗 2028
It was green. Ever so green. The momentarytranquility a luxury.
It was 6am. A bit too early. A bit too late.
They’ve flocked in. People. Humans. Man, woman, child, adult,elderly. Some solitary, some with company.
She’s as the former.
Solitude is her best friend now. Thank you eternity.
She’s finally back home. But is it abliss? No.
A bit too late.
Too late.
Back in Victoria Park, she remembers. 30years back then and there they were, much like the family that on the grassfield before here, meters away. There is a father, just like her father, John Lee. Soft handswere along the broad shoulders, caressing gently her spouse. There is a mother, like hers, like Emily Davis. Andthere are two little girls prancing in their Sunday dresses, flower bandsadorning their youth. There was Samanthaand Lorraine.
But there is only Lorraine here now.
There was guilt, enormous guilt, creeping onto her. Especially with Emily. If shehad just been there when her mother died, if all the truth were just laid down before them before disaster can even happen. Butit was destiny’s play, right? Right.
At least she has the time to make it upfor her father. A little too late but atthe very least, she is here. Back in London.
Lorraine wasn’t even beyond recognition.Perhaps somehow it was a consolation that she had retained her physicalattributes. It helped. Kind of. To her father, to aman with Alzheimer’s at the very least. Somehow the months she spends on herhome make up for the years of resentment they both had with each other.Sometimes she would hear him from the confines of his own room, a made-up hospital room with nurses aroundhim 24/7, how he had missed his oldest daughter. How he had regrettedsetting him up with Doojoon without her knowledge, how that small mistake gavebirth to a snowball of tragedies in his life, her life, their lives altogether.How he had wanted to keep her away from South Korea because of the dangers itbrings to them, how the curse will ultimately happen, how it will never break.How he wanted to protect her and Samantha from the Lee’s foreordainedaffliction. Regrets, regrets. He wasfilled with it. And so was she.
Regrets. Thinking about it. There are somany in her life that she doesn’t even know where to begin. Regretsformed year by year, regrets followed by another in a bad decision. But therewas no use to regrets. Never will it have.
You can only feel sorry.
A loud cry of an infant lulls her thoughtsalbeit momentarily. There an innocent child lay on the soft confines of a stroller,two pair of hands softly pushing it. The couple enjoys the fresh morning air,nothing but smiles on their faces.
Regrets.
The child could have been 23 by now. Couldhave been at the latter years of his or her university. Could have been withher right at this very moment, telling her tales of her everyday life, of thestruggles of a young adult, and of how he/she was grateful to have her ashis/her mother. A mother.
It is something she’ll never be.
Regrets. Regrets.
The coupled kissed, and for a moment, a whirlwindof emotions surges in. It has just been a few months since she was back inLondon, yet things have changed so drastically. It has been years yet somethings will never change.
And then the young man enters her mind.
A dashing debonair with a maturity beyond hisage. A man whose heart was probably bigger than her hollow one. Few encountersafter their relationship made things sour and bitter for them both. There werechances to for reconciliation, however things have worsen and that led them tostray away from each other, further and further.
Lorraine haven’t admitted it yet, toanyone but herself. He was ingrained in her memory. And sincerely, she wishes him well.
And then another came into her mind.
Lies and concealment made them up. Or at least for Lorraine. But despitethose there were things that were real. Him.His sincerest affection he had generously given her. However she took it all for granted. Because she was too busy nottrying to feel that in the end, every emotion backfired at her. Unacknowledged, but stillreal. But it was too late. All too late. Thelast thing she knew was he was getting married. Well, he deserves the happiness she could not give him.
Regrets. Oh, regrets.
Sun rises up from the vast horizon, rays hittingher skin rather gently. Her pendant glistens, mocking the sun while protectingher from its lethality. The sun is up and her eyes are dragging her down. Lethargy. Contemplating somehow made hertired. But it’s something she’d do every day at the same spot. Mornings spentfor herself before her everyday routine. Visit the family doctor to report herfather’s condition, back to their house to check on her father, listens to astory he had repeatedly said over the week, then go to her own study where a pileof paperwork awaits to be tended, spend the afternoon doing these, with fewmeetings in between before dusk comes. And then when night falls, stay in herplace or go out for a small, morallyacceptable feed. And then sleep. Tryto sleep. Until the sun rises and the cycle goes on again and again.
This is eternity for her.
“이정아”
A voice seizes herevery attention.
The sun was shiningbrightly above them. Just like the first time.
“김채원?”
Somehow he had found her. Healways finds her. There is a soft, heartbreakinglygenuine smile beautifully gracing his visage. It was the same smile backthen. Except that now she knows of thetruth. Now she knows better.
“Let’s go?”
He reaches for her hand, a gallant gesture he always had.
Her hands finds its way to his.
“Let’s go.”
A bit too late. But nothing’s ever too late with a life of eternity.
Second chances are what they need.
