Motherly Ghost

Chapter 14

"How did you... find this?" I asked, the pink diary that was supposed to be mind, I held it firmly on my hands, brain began creating possible theories.

In the end, I could not find any answer, I did not remember meeting him before, let alone giving something like this to him.

"Mirae, you know, you sort of makes me sad the fact you do not remember a single thing about me. A five year old Byun Mirae dropped this pink book near a train track, remember? That was our first encounter," he explained, which made me even more perplexed than before.

"How old were you back then?" I sat on the bed nearby, holding my head as I tried to recall the past events. But not even the remnants of it came across my head.

"I was twenty-five, I died at the exact same year, a few months after we met. I had stopped aging ever since," he answered and smiled.

There was... something odd on his explanation. It seemed like he had cut the most important part of the story, and would not want to expose that part.

"Jin, are you sure you are not hiding something?" I quirked an eyebrow and he immediately shook his head in denial.

"And don't you dare tell me that your only regret was this?" I lifted the pink notebook up high.

He smiled at me. "But now that I've already gave this back to you, there's no more regret in my life, Mirae."

Before I could decipher the situation properly, beads of water had fallen from my eyes from one drop until my cheeks became wet.

"What is this fuckery? You are an i***t for being stuck in an unknown place just to return this hella old diary to me. I repeat, you are a freaking i***t ghost!" I wiped my eyes, to prevent the tears from falling more. But it was just not working.

"Shhh. I know that diary is very important to you. It holds many memories between you and your parents, right?" Jin pulled me to his embrace, caressing my hair gently as he let me cry on his chest.

For the first time, I felt really thankful for being the only life form Jin could touch.

"I hate you. Who are you to make me cry like this, you ass," I spat, hugging him, clutching tightly onto his shirt.

He chuckled. "Well, who am I to your life, Mirae?"

"An i***t and problematic ghost," I answered, "Who acts like a mother and life lessons machine." A smile engulfed my face. He was dead, yet leaning against him like this made me feel warm, as if he had a normal human body temperature.

"Then do you hate me?" Jin asked, pushing me back slowly so that now I could fully see his teary eyes.

"Of course I do. I hate you to the moon and back." I punched his chest and let out a laugh. "But I seriously don't mind having you around..." I muttered.

"Hm? Did my Mirae just say something good?" He teased as I remained silent and shook my head.

"But I can't believe my girl is now twenty-two years old already and has grown into a beautiful woman," he said. "Back then, you were still ten and cute. Now you are pathetic and ugly." He scrunched his nose, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Shut up. You're not any better than me!" I stuck my tongue out.

He just laughed. A laughter that seemed so genuine and pure. "Oh, and you know, tomorrow is my death anniversary and my birthday, so go celebrate it girl! You better do!" He flipped his non-existent long hair.

"Well, we can just celebrate it together, right? I'll definitely cook the nastiest ramen cup you'll ever see so it will irritate you." I smirked.

He averted his gaze away and smiled. A response that I did not expect him to give. "Maybe..." he trailed off.

Seokjin.

He came to my life all so suddenly and go like a subtle ― soft ― gentle wind.

That kind of tomorrow never come.