Not quite alone
I wish someone here spoke Korean, or that I'd at least learned another language. French, I suppose, judging by some of the people here, would have been a good choice. My husband wouldn't be concerned if I'd told him I was taking French lessons for myself.
No, he never would have believed me.
"I... I think it's just us. I don't think anyone else here is..."*
What else could I say to him? He was nervous, frustrated, scared. People were dying all around us, and he couldn't talk to them or help.
He wanted to help, though, and that was the problem.
I tried to stay out of his way, wondering if there was anything I could do. I knew a few herbal remedies, but we had a doctor among us. Good, that was good. It was better, actually. He seemed to be able to take charge of the situation.
Sighing, I stayed away from the rest of the group and sat on the sand, watching Jin. When he wasn't looking, I pulled the flower he'd given me out of my pocket and touched the petals lightly, before hiding it again.
I'd been so wrong.
I'd lied to him, thinking that the man I loved back when he was poor was gone. I'd thought the money had changed him, that working for my father had changed him -- hardened him somehow -- but I'd been so wrong.
He'd been hiding there, all along. I just never bothered to look.
I wonder if anyone else will.
* ((in Korean))
No, he never would have believed me.
"I... I think it's just us. I don't think anyone else here is..."*
What else could I say to him? He was nervous, frustrated, scared. People were dying all around us, and he couldn't talk to them or help.
He wanted to help, though, and that was the problem.
I tried to stay out of his way, wondering if there was anything I could do. I knew a few herbal remedies, but we had a doctor among us. Good, that was good. It was better, actually. He seemed to be able to take charge of the situation.
Sighing, I stayed away from the rest of the group and sat on the sand, watching Jin. When he wasn't looking, I pulled the flower he'd given me out of my pocket and touched the petals lightly, before hiding it again.
I'd been so wrong.
I'd lied to him, thinking that the man I loved back when he was poor was gone. I'd thought the money had changed him, that working for my father had changed him -- hardened him somehow -- but I'd been so wrong.
He'd been hiding there, all along. I just never bothered to look.
I wonder if anyone else will.
* ((in Korean))