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[Circle of Sirens] The Sound of Silence
Nov. 15th, 2014 05:18 pmThe fog was unusually thick that night but that didn't bother Kim all that much. He knew that as long as he listened for the waves he wouldn't accidentally wonder into the ocean or something like that. He'd been planning to go home immediately after but for some reason he felt like going for a walk. It was the perfect night for it if you were dressed warm enough and he was. The sense of complete tranquility he felt was a rare one. It was so peaceful that he didn't even regret not grabbing his notebook.
He'd been walking for a while when he saw a familiar outline in the fog, one shuffling along that shouldn't have been down here by the beach.
"Auntie?" Kim asked, completely confused. For a moment he was worried that something was wrong. She should have been asleep by now, back at home. Why was she out and about here? "Auntie, what are you doing up?"
"Oh, I just wanted to see you," she said, smiling up at him and patting his cheek fondly. "I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. Of getting into that fancy school, then your band, and how your recording studio. I'm so proud of you."
Kim's eyes went wide. He knew that his grandmother loved in, he knew that. But never in her life had she ever said she was proud of him. Oh, she talked all the time about how proud she was of his brother, almost endlessly, but Kim had never heard those words from her about him.
"R- really?" he asked, not even struggling to fight back the tears that pricked at his eyes. "You're proud. You mean it?"
"Oh of course. I always have been," she said, pulling him down to kiss the top of his head. "And your parents would be too, Kim Yoo."
He tried to say something but there was a lump in his throat. His aunt and brother never talked about his parents and he had always wondered what they would think of him. And now he knew. Now he knew and for some reason he felt so, so tired. But that didn't seem to matter too much though, as his eyes drifted closed, because now he knew...
He'd been walking for a while when he saw a familiar outline in the fog, one shuffling along that shouldn't have been down here by the beach.
"Auntie?" Kim asked, completely confused. For a moment he was worried that something was wrong. She should have been asleep by now, back at home. Why was she out and about here? "Auntie, what are you doing up?"
"Oh, I just wanted to see you," she said, smiling up at him and patting his cheek fondly. "I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. Of getting into that fancy school, then your band, and how your recording studio. I'm so proud of you."
Kim's eyes went wide. He knew that his grandmother loved in, he knew that. But never in her life had she ever said she was proud of him. Oh, she talked all the time about how proud she was of his brother, almost endlessly, but Kim had never heard those words from her about him.
"R- really?" he asked, not even struggling to fight back the tears that pricked at his eyes. "You're proud. You mean it?"
"Oh of course. I always have been," she said, pulling him down to kiss the top of his head. "And your parents would be too, Kim Yoo."
He tried to say something but there was a lump in his throat. His aunt and brother never talked about his parents and he had always wondered what they would think of him. And now he knew. Now he knew and for some reason he felt so, so tired. But that didn't seem to matter too much though, as his eyes drifted closed, because now he knew...
