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Han Ju Ho is content with life. Or that's what he likes to think. A roadside bakery and his golden retriever, Marble keeps his life bustling with activities. The only menace for him is keeping the wind of Jeju in check. As in, mak...
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[t.w. : this chapter contains mention of dermatillomania. proceed accordingly.]
THE clock hanging on one of the walls of Ju Ho's bedroom, was about to strike six as it seem to patiently wait for the tinge of midnight blue to spread on the evening sky. The last rays of the setting sun were playing on the the window panes, not yet ready fully to be dragged out from the surface of the glasses for the day.
Han Ju Ho was standing right infront of the wind loop cupboard, his hands crossed against his chest.
He always loved seeing how some of the pictures along with the names disappeared from the list everytime the wind was filtered. The time taken by every person varied significantly. Problems in one's life can't suddenly be solved altogether, afterall. Also to his dismay, not every person could return back to being a happy person again just because everything was going well in their life.
Human minds were like empty palettes to Ju Ho. They were to be coloured by different shades in every division as one's life's progressed from the stage of infancy. Some managed to collect more colours on themselves while the rest barely managed to go beyond the different hues of grey.
The picture of an elderly lady slowly caught on fire, reducing into fine ash that slowly disappeared from the surface of the board. It was just as he had been expecting.
Ju Ho sighed heavily. She was gone. Gone from the surface of the earth forever. He had been unsuccessful to remove her name from the board since the last two years.
She had a heart twisting story for the earth to hear. However, she became an unheard voice like many others who had to let the passage of time consume her entirely. An unsatisfied quench to see her dead son again, ate her from the inside constantly till her death.
A motherly figure who was once so adored in the heart of Jeju had to meet her death abruptly. She had been severely ill since the couple of days. Probably, a handful knew about that.
A quiet funeral by immediate guardians or blood relatives were not possible because she had barely any ties in the world.
Ju Ho knew the moment he had seen the buds of white chrysanthemums sprouting in his garden. He knew instantly that one of the people in his list was going to meet death. It had always followed that pattern.
Like a shadow, he had been a part of Mrs. Lee's life. He had even pulled strings to become her newspaper man for a while to keep an eye on her. To think that a lady who was so warm to others had to die without a soul mourning for her was just too upsetting.
