"Saranghanda, De Sarang (I love you, my love)", she said as her lips pursed on last time around mine. I opened my eyes to her straight dark lashes staring back at me through the closed lids. Our moment wasn't long or passionate but it was enough. Our moment was cut off abruptly but she was satiated. I could feel her smiling underneath me. She was happy, exhilarated to leave me. That day, everything was stable. The way it was supposed to be. One minute the sky wasn't falling. However, in the very next blink, I saw the life zapped out of her. There in my arms stood a corpse, a jelly, a thing that once was.
"Saranghe, De Sarang", she said when we first crossed paths twenty years ago. Today, she left me all alone in the same place as the clock struck nine.
"Saranghanda, De Sarang", her words rung in my head.
"Saranghe. Saranghe. Saranghe".
Each letter filled the vacuum in the room.
"De ara (I know)", I said as I left her slip out of my hands. Perhaps she knew I would never stay, not then, not now.
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