My car had swerved off the embankment. Awhile ago by the looks of it. The snow began piling up around me. I’m stuck. It’s too cold out there for me to leave the car and there is no civilization within a safe walking distance. Why on Earth did I fight with him? I should have just forgiven him; I mean it was a stupid thing to be arguing about anyway, ne? What I wouldn’t give to be back in Korea, in his arms…
Yet here I am, being buried alive. Maybe I should call for help! I should have my phone in here somewhere… I searched all over when I finally found it underneath the front passenger seat. I flipped it open and it beeped angrily at me. I didn’t have much battery left, I should call for help- who am I supposed to call? What number am I supposed to dial when I’m in America stuck in the worst snow storm America has seen in nearly 20 years? I can’t call my yeobo, he’s in Korea that wouldn’t help me now; then again it doesn’t help that I can officially see my breath and my lungs are starting to feel burdened when I breathe. No! No negative thoughts… yeobo…
“Please, forgive me! I promise it won’t happen again! I’ll respect your wishes, I’ll be more cautious around your family, I’ll be more subtle when we perform our fanservice acts- please! Just don’t break up with me now! Please!” Tears streaked down his face his normal flaming charisma is nowhere to be seen. It’s just him and me and the broken promise.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t know. That was a promise we made two and a half years ago, yeobo. You broke it today and- well, I just don’t know how I am supposed to face my family now. They are surely not going to be thrilled about this…”
“Please! I’m sorry! I’ll explain it to your family, I confess to my family, I’ll tell the world the truth that I am dating-“
“YEOBO!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “I’m sorry, we’ll discuss this when I come back.”
“Come back?” there was confusion written all over his face.
“I’m going to America to fulfill a familial tradition, remember? I’ll be back in a week, I promise we will talk this out then and until then…”
“Will we still be together can I still call you ‘yeobo?’”
“For now yes, we’ll discuss this further in a week.” I put on the best smile I could muster.
The snow is piling higher and higher it’s covered the windshield and all of my windows. But I can’t help but think of my Flaming Charisma, my yeobo. I should have told him it was okay. I mean, that promise and… I let out a soft groan and open my cell phone again. My breathing is labored, my fingers aren’t cooperating well, and my vision is fading. I open a new message. I close my eyes and slowly let my fingers tap the buttons I had memorized long ago. I’m sorry, yeobo… I’m sorry…
*~*~*~*Two Weeks Later*~*~*~*
The snow had long since begun to melt; when the State Trooper called into headquarters that he had located a seemingly abandoned car. Once back up arrived they pulled the car up the embankment and found a person unconscious inside of it. They all held their breath as they opened the door to the car.
After a few minutes an E.M.T. came over bearing the news. The body inside the car was just that, a body. For further information regarding the corpse, they had to get an autopsy done.
Forensics took the cell phone from the hand of the corpse. The battery had died long before, but they could still retrieve what they needed from the memory card of the phone. When the results came back from the autopsy and the cell phone they contacted the family of the deceased, telling them the grim news. Yet, for the corpse and his yeobo in Korea one important piece of information was brushed aside from the cell phone device…
To: Yeobo, Minho
(1/3)Yeobo, I’m sorry I didn’t say this sooner, but I love you. I forgive you. I was just being rash. Please forgive me as this is the worst way to tell you this. (2/3)But I love you more than you know, and probably more still after this. I know I won’t be around for too much longer but I love you I love you I love you I (3/3)love you I lov