With Snapshots of Summers
[We're not broken, just bent (and we can learn to love again)]
1When she was eighteen and giggly and spontaneous and spent every summer morning baked under the unforgiving sun, Choi Sooyoung found her true love ( Read more... )
“Choi Sooyoung!” he suddenly shouted, tucking the ball under the crook of one elbow and shielding his eyes from the sun as he tried to locate her.
Surprised, Sooyoung sat straighter against the tree and pushed her sunglasses over her hair. Her heart dislodged itself from her throat and slowly sank back to where it should be inside her ribcage. She gave him a small, embarrassed wave. She felt the heated stares from the bleachers, and some of the players in the field turned towards her direction.
The goalkeeper smiled. He propped the ball on the ground, took a few steps backwards and then suddenly charged forward, giving the ball a hearty kick that made it fly well over midfield.
The clock stopped. The gamekeeper blew his whistle.
“I will marry you someday!”
The skins won the game, 0:1. Their goalkeeper won a fluttering piece of Choi Sooyoung’s heart.
---oh my putangina ugh neye whyyyy SHET. TEKA. IF MY MEMORY DOES NOT FAIL ME, PARANG NABANGGIT MO NA SAKIN TONG LINYA NA TO OHMY UGGGGH KSAJNBDKSANFKA
He had a pink-on-white polka-dotted apron wrapped around his waist, and his shirt and hands were covered in flour. The wide working table was also covered in flour, and so was half of the kitchen floor.
Sooyoung has never seen so much flour in her life.
---HAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD WHYYY HAHAHA
It was already a quarter past snack-time when Sooyoung and her brand new puppy left the kitchen to bring out the baked treats.
---HAHAHAHAHA GAGA KA TALAGA HAHAHAHA
“You think…” she hesitated, dropping her gaze to the half-finished scarf in her hands.
Donghae waited for her to continue.
“I suppose- I know I shouldn’t ask…” she tried again, eyes still on the scarf.
Donghae rested his hands over Yoona’s and the scarf, pursing his lips in amusement at how his wife still feels embarrassed over the little things despite being married for a good four years. “It will turn out beautiful, Yoona. No matter what it will look like when you finish it, it will turn out beautiful because you made it.”
“Then… then do you think my husband will like it?”
That’s all it took for Donghae to quiver his lips into a terrible smile and, without so much as an apology, made a sprint to the farthest wall to collapse against, hidden at the far back of the pavilion.
---KING INA ANG SAKIT SA PUSO NITO :(((((((((((((((( my inner self did exactly what donghae has done uuuugh
“Do you think I offended him? I talked about my husband… perhaps he’s also a patient’s husband?”
“He is.”
“His wife’s memory must be getting worse too. Like mine, I guess, but I often don’t realize what I forget. Poor guy. He’s always been so kind and polite.”
The nurse ran a comforting hand down Yoona’s hair and smoothed it over the curve of her back. “The thought of me forgetting my husband scares me,” Yoona said sadly, “Do you know what it’s like being forgotten?”
Lu Han sat beside her, the woven basket in between them. “I ate a hundred dollars worth of Harry Potter candy the first time my girlfriend couldn’t remember my name,” he offered.
---AHAHAHAHA BWISEEEEEET good puppy breaking the emo air haaha
“Well- she left me,” he replied without wincing, as if he has already told that story a million times before, “Hers was a different illness. She lost control. One day, she couldn’t make it to the toilet on time. The next day, she couldn’t remember what a toilet was. Before I knew it, she couldn’t remember how to breathe on her own. And, then, she left quietly in her sleep.”
“You know the worst part? I saw her stop breathing and, for a few hours, I just sat there waiting for her to breathe again.”
----:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( ANO BANG FIC ITO KAINIS DINEDEPRESS MO BA KAMI?!
“No, not that,” Lu Han interrupted, “I don’t want to hear about that. I meant, what happened after you found out that he was sick?”
“Oh, that. Well,” Sooyoung answered,
“I married him.”
---NEYE... AYOKO NA. AYOKO NA TALAGA :((((((((((
(end of part three ughhh)
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---PUTA PLS MAKE THIS STOP :((((
On the plate of pancakes: This is your favorite breakfast. You don’t hate anything on this plate.
On the glass of orange juice: You hate orange juice. We ran out of milk.
On top of a few prescription bottles: These are your superhero pills.
On the handle of his fork: You are blind. Put on your contacts. They’re in the bathroom.
On the first door the left: I am the bathroom.
---how is it possible to laugh and sob at the same time while i read this. the sound that came out of me is hahahahuhuhuhu
He noticed a final sticky note attached to a vase of white daisies at the center of the table: The girl in your room made you breakfast. Her name is Sooyoung. She’s your wife.
But, by then, he already knew that.
---HUWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i am making sounds like that of a dying whale right now
“Ask me,” Lu Han said.
“Ask you what?”
“You know. The question. The one they always ask.”
“Did- did you ever love again?”
Lu Han closed his eyes, afraid of what she might see through them. “I never can,” he replied.
“Me neither.”
----my heart :((((((((((((((
Tiffany and Siwon became fast friends. They aren’t really friends anymore, although Siwon thinks they still are.
Tiffany acts like she hated tagging along with Sooyoung to visit the forgotten people but, really, how could she ever hate the thought of Choi Siwon?
---why is this so bittersweet? like a cup of strong coffee with too much froth and cream on top that an inexperienced barista made up. you take a sip of the creamy froth and scrunch your eyebrows from too much sweetness but before you do the strong taste of coffee reaches you and you feel as if you've been punched in the gut.
Donghae smiled, “What did she mean, though?”
Sooyoung looked at Yoona, still knitting, sneaking little peeks at Donghae, who had dropped his hand to absently tickle her cheeks. “You know, that,” she pointed out the gesture,
“True love.”
---HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY THIS IS SUPPOSE TO MAKE ME HAPPY HUUUU
Sooyoung left Yoona and Donghae to collect Tiffany from the boys’ table before she reveals any more trade secrets. She reached the group just in time to hear Han Geng say, “They tell me I used to have a boyfriend. I think about that sometimes but… I don’t know. Do I look gay to you?”
“Your sweater does,” Jay deadpanned, moving a chess piece.
Han Geng’s sweater had a picture of a fat cat with a pink bow hanging from its tail. It looked kind of gay.
---OH MY GOD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAH OH MY GOD! NINJA OTP HAHAHAAHHAAHHA SJANKJANFKJSNFAK
All three boys turned to look at her, but it was still Changmin who spoke first, “Then why not love again, Sooyoung-sshi?”
Sooyoung breathed out an easy laugh. “I won’t be seeing you guys as often if I fall in love again,” she teased.
Almost immediately, Changmin replied, “Not if you fall in love with me.”
---PUTANGINA THIS
(end of part 4)
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---:(((((((((((((((((( I SHOULD HAVE STOPPED READING FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO PUTA
I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE. NOTHING IS LEFT OF MY HEART NOW. HIND ILANG BROKEN AT SHATTERED... POWDERED NA! KUTTABARE. HINDI NA AKO MAGCOCOMMENT. ILALAGAY KO NA LANG ANG MGA LECHENG PART NA KING INA HINDI KO NA KAYA IIYAK NA LANG AKO DITO OK
At the right, was a photograph of Sooyoung, looking out from her bedroom window which was directly across from his. She was wearing his graduation robes. It was the eve of his high school graduation; he had tossed his robes across the lawn adjoining their houses. He had taken that photo himself using a disposable camera with just one more shot left. (But, because that day was a bad day, he didn't know how it got there.)
There was an inscription in the tinniest font on a corner of the photograph:
Choi Sooyoung
02/10/1990
Write her a letter for her birthday. Check calendar everyday! Watch out for February!
XXX: yellow radish, beans, soccer, marriage
Eat her radish and beans. You like radish and beans (repeat to self when eating radish and beans).
✓✓✓: black coffee, pink, food, weddings
You like pink! You like pink! You like pink!
02/19/2005
Middle school graduation! Look at this note!!! Look at this note!!!
02/23/2008
High school graduation! Look at this note!!! Look at this note!!!
“You forgot to write down August 4th!”
He looked warily at the date on his digital clock: August 5, 2008.
“What happened on August 4th?”
She scoffed at him teasingly before jotting a short note at the very end of her photograph on the board. She motioned for him to come closer. He obliged.
It was when they were standing side by side that he finally saw:
August 4, 2008
I asked her to marry me.
Sooyoung had already clasped his hand before he even realized that she was already huddled next to him.
“I said yes.”
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“I know who you are,” he immediately said, holding the door open as she stepped inside.
“Of course you do, Changmin. You’re doing well.”
“No. I mean, I know who you are. Not so much, but I do remember who you are.”
Sooyoung turned to face Changmin. The late afternoon sun glared mildly behind him, framing the body of a boy once confused and heavily-medicated yet, that day, was solid and unwavering. He usually had a good idea who she is, yet that day was different.
That day was one of the good days.
It was a day the peonies and daisies bloomed the brightest for miles and miles on both sides of the dirt road in that little suburban town just outside of Seoul. The sun shone brilliantly, but the wind was dense and firm- the cold was coming.
“Who am I?”
“I’ll tell you tomorrow. I will remember to tell you tomorrow. I know I will.”
“How can you be so sure?”
Tomorrow was the last day of summer. The day Choi Sooyoung (eighteen, giggly, spontaneous) married her true love.
“Because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
OHMYGOD, NEYE. GRABE! WALANG KUPAS! WALA KA TALAGANG KUPAS! I JUST CAN'T WITH YOU HUHUHUHUHUHU alam mo dapat pinupuri kita pero ngayn gusto lang talaga kita murahin kasi PUTANGINA PINAIYAK MO AKO IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY LECHE UGH BAKIT KA GANYAAAAAAN :((((((
GRABE LKASMFLKSAMFLAMF I AM REALLY INCOHERENT RIGHT NOW. MASAKIT ANG ULO KO PUMIPITIK-PITIK PA YUNG UGAT SA TEMPLE KO AT NALUSAW NA ATA ANG SEBO DE MACHO KO SA MUKHA SA KAKAIYAK! LECHE KA TALAGA HUHUHUHU
ISA KANG MALAKING LECHE FLAN! KASI KAHIT AYOKO NG MATAMIS, KUMAKAIN PA RIN AKO NG LECHE FLAN. THE SAME WAY NA ALAM KONG MAMAMATAY KA PAG MAGSUSULAT KA NG FLUFF AT AYOKO NG ANGST PERO BINABASA KO PA RIN ANG MGA SINUSULAT MO HUUUU
OO CAPS LOCK KUNG CAPS LOCK PARA INTENSE!
HUHUHU I LOVE YOU! ;a;
ok, alis nako tatrapuhan ko pa ilong kong tumutulo
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ARGGGH. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE YOONHAE! TT.TT
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Pero di ko lang talaga alam kung nagustuhan mo ba yung fic (kasi tinapos ko mostly para sa iyo kasi nasabihan mo ako dati na magsulat ako uli lol, at saka pala inaanay na ang fic na ito) OR tinitake mo lang ang opportunity na ito para i-unliMURA ako. Hahahahahahaha! :P
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