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Cherry Blossom Winter~ To Lack, To Find

Short, Small, Insignificant, Dead.

Bom walked further. She didn’t want to but her feet were out of her own control, in a paradox of sorts, bound but moving freely. She was in a forest and couldn’t recall how she had gotten there. The ground was soft beneath her feet, the moss plush, she wasn’t wearing shoes. Walking, almost gliding, she proceeded further down this trail into the forest, and it became darker and darker. The ground became less and less tangible; an audible drumming was in the distance, tribal in nature. Her disembodied feet turned to running and as she picked up speed light came back into her eyes, definition of trees, the leaves, the trunks. There were people, two. As she approached, the individuals parted, walking away from each other, creating trails of light and dark, and a fork for Bom to choose from. Bom’s running halted as quickly as it had begun and she stood. The tribal drumming became louder and louder, Bom found it harder to concentrate. The drumming quickened, chanting begun, a whoosh of wind passed forcefully, carrying leaves with it. Bom was now scared. She crouched over, out her hands on her ears and tried to scream; not a sound came out. The drumming quickened. She woke.

Paralyzed at first, Bom laid in silence, in fear, eyes wide open, trembling. It was a dream, just a dream. Confused, Bom sat up as soon as her body felt possible. The drumming noise was still occurring, but she soon found it was knocking and it was at her door. There was also a voice accompanying it.

“Bom! Bom are you in there? Bom!” the voice was muffled by the door so it was quiet. Struggling to hear who it was, Bom strained to hear. Just as she did so the repetitive ringing of her door bell began and pierced right through her eardrum.

“Ahht!” Bom uttered putting her hands up to her ears. She emerged from her bed and went to the moniter to check who was bothering her this early. Her screen revealed that it was Ah Young, still in her hostess clothes, smeared make up, hair messy. Bom quickly ran and opened the door. Ah Young looked terrible. “What’s going on?” Bom asked, alarmed.

“Bom! It’s Ji-Ri. She’s—” Ah Young burst into tears. She was always one for crying. Bom stood and stared. “She’s dead.” Ah young finished between gasps.

Almost immediately, Bom fell to her knees, and her mouth fell open. Dead? How? She had just healed…

Notes

Comments

@Klover22
no problem! i think i'll be updating much more often now~

loveegenevievee loveegenevievee
12/30/14

Yay!!! Thank you so much for finally updating. I missed this story so much XD

Klover22 Klover22
12/30/14

@anonymous lemon
thank you soo much! it really means a lot to me when people enjoy my story :)

loveegenevievee loveegenevievee
6/18/14

such a good story! you really capture D.O's personality in my opinion, and it's wonderfully written. great job!

anonymous lemon anonymous lemon
6/17/14

@Nubci
thank you! updates are coming soon! ;D

loveegenevievee loveegenevievee
6/15/14