"It ain't too late, Sunoo! Go back!" I heard her repel my will to stay with her but her protest wasn't enough. I couldn't leave her but all of it was repeating yet again. It had never stopped, it had never existed. I'm sure that we'll meet eachother when we'll be tied together, so that we won't separate.

"You and I meet so that we can't be unravelled and half of us will meet together to weave our love together. That rests on something you must witness twice. Please, go back."

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Worn out sneakers, worn out tee; I don't have time to heal my aching scars and the voice that once throbbed in my ears like an everlasting love produced by the rhythms of my heart, was dying in front of the pop guard.

All these scars are somehow like a tattoo and I'll bare it all. I'll show it all and then when one day my body draws the blinds and we could go home, maybe we will be together again.

Even the days I want to throw away, I won't avoid it, no matter what happens. I don't care even if I collapse, I wanted to live like the fresh crystals of honey on the hive.

"Even if I shed more tears in the future,
I'll tighten my fists and head for tomorrow. I'll take back the smile that I had forgotten and look up, walk, dazzlingly like I was the only pearl remaining in the world. Sunoo-ah, I had a dream where I was looking at you with Y/n and a family, and friends. I had a dream where you were happy and she was happy. Can you make it our reality?"

"Noona..." I breathed in my sister's title and looked around for the woman I have called "noona" for the past three years.

Stories may never quite leave us when read to the right age. We may forget the writer, we may forget the name. We may forget the words used but a story never erases it's existence.

Some stories are transpired so impactfully that they never leave us and haunt places in our head that we rarely look up on.

Life is just a story, making us run through the unending and everlasting galleries of hope and cries.

"Dear Sunoo,
Do you know what it feels like having summer in December? Superficially speaking, it doesn't feel like living in Australia. It feels like being out of place. Summer symbolises warmth but in my heart, it feels like a burn. It feels like an emptiness, haunting a story I love.
You know what? Stories are generally untold and unwritten. Stories are something you need to feel ardently. But to feel it, you need to know it. You need to learn it.
Sunoo-ah, I had a dream and I told it to you already. Sunoo-ah, that's a story I built. But every story has a backstory, a prequel and a sequel. You already know your backstory but the other characters present there? Do you know theirs? Do you know what Y/n's story starts like?
Sunoo-ah, only you can find it out. Only you can make Heeseung speak out. And then, when you know, you shall witness an event twice and deal it yet again... To save a few lives, won't you? Won't you write me a prequel to my dream? Won't you write a sequel to my dream?
Sunoo-ah, I'm here for you always. No matter how old you are, no matter where you are; I'm here for you always.

With blessings,
Your Noona,
Suwon Kim."

The world isn't as great as it seems like but it's the other way around. Standing of the hilltop of my tempestuous feelings, I tried to reach out for anything I could grab. I was feeling very weak and it was hard for me to get up.

"Mmgh!" I groaned and finally managed to grab my phone, although seeing the screen, I gaped in shock. I remember I opened the Tesseract in the night of 18th September and today was 21st. I had slept through two day, must be the reason why I feel drenched.

With trippy steps, I moved towards the refrigerator in my small kitchen and pulled the door hastily, looking for something to eat instantly.

There wasn't anything as such that I could eat on a go and had to be made into a meal. My eyes scanned each and every container and decided to fry myself an omelette.

Suiting myself on a chair, I started to eat an omelette made of 4 eggs. I had nothing to complement my omelette other than a bottle of stale ketchup, I'd rather omit.

I looked at the brown envelope, my sister left for me, and tried to understand what she meant by a story. If it's her story, why am I supposed to write it? Cause she's not accompanying me? Or is it because she couldn't complete it?

It asked me to talk out Y/n's roots with Heeseung but why? Why can't we leave it and look forward to something different? By the professor's behaviour that day, I don't think he even recognises me. And if he had, wouldn't he have accepted me and made me work for him once again?

Why do I need to face that man again?

"Oh that reminds, noona should have been here right now. It's almost 12:00 midnight. She never leaves me in sickness. Is she still working?"

I stared at the clock on the blue wall, ticking one pinion by pinion on its steering gear, as it marked each second. The hand moved so fast like it was in a rush to catch a ride but appeared like a little snail enjoying its time. What if time was enjoying some of ours desperate time?

The clock ticked to 12:00 and my eyes diverted towards the door, as if it was calling me to look for her. I must have given it a second thought if I weren't supposedly sick an hour ago, but my gut feeling never failed me and I couldn't deny it's call.

I placed the dishes in the sink and grabbed my phone to ring her up. Maybe, she's heading back or maybe she's caught up in traffic?

"She isn't picking up..." I stared at the black screen as the automated voice asked me to leave a voicemail for her for the 8th time. 15 minutes past midnight was too late for a woman to have not informed about her delay and that only meant, my gut is right.

I wasted no more and grabbed by beige trench coat, and ran downstairs. Straight to her office, I drove in a rush through the desolated highway. Nothing other than the road lights was visible.

"Hey! Excuse me!" I halted outside the main entrance and called out for the gatekeeper.

"Yes, sir?" He quickly approached me.

"Can you do me a favour by letting me know if the Directory chief in the advertisement department, Lee Y/n, has already left for home?"

"Sure Sir. If she has left then it will be in the register. I'll check it right away." He tapped a few alphabets on his i-displayer and a holographic screen with a list of names opened in the air.

"Umm... No sir!"

"No? She's still working?" I gave him a perplexed look.

"No, Sir. She hasn't registered her arrival or departure today and yesterday as well." He informed.

"She hasn't?"

"Yes, Sir. Maybe, she is sick." He assured.

"Hmm, maybe. Thank you." He bowed to me and I drove towards her apartment. If she hasn't been to work, she should have picked up my calls. Is she maybe, asleep?

I stopped outside her apartment and exited my car. Climbing up her stairs as quickly as possible, I collided with a sturdy figure, almost falling off the stairs.

"Careful! Careful!" The hands grasped around my wrist and I realized the figure belonged to none other than my sister's love, Heeseung.

"Uh... Thanks, hyung. Do you know where Y/n is?" I spoke before he could raise a word further.

"I was about to ask the exact same thing. Infact, I was rushing to your house." He responded with equal obscurity.

"What? She's not with me. She's not in her office. She hasn't attended her office for the last two days." I proclaimed.

"What? She hasn't returned home for two days! What am I going to do with this girl? Why is she so bothersome?!" Hyung squatted down on the stairs and massaged his forehead, extremely stressed. I wouldn't blame him, I was stressed as well.

"Who's calling me?" Irritatedly, Heeseung checked his phone screen and zipped his lips, trying to hide the caller's identity. He dismissed the call and tried to throw it off as a spam call but to his misfortune, I could see the caller's identity on the window pane behind him.

'Suwon's murderer', it read.

"Suwon's murder..." I whispered.

"Umm... I... I swear... I'm not into some crime..." He stammered.

"I know. I know she died of liver cancer." I pressed a sadistic smile.

"You do? How?" He enquired me with a heartbroken gleam in his eyes that reflected the sorrow in my eyes.

"Do you know my full name?" I asked.

"Umm... Absolutely not Lee."

"Haha, no. It's Kim. I am Kim Sunoo. I know, Kim is a common surname but yes, I am that very Kim Sunoo, Suwon adored her whole life." I replied.

"You..." I pulled out her sapphire necklace from beneath my shirt and handed it to him. Now I understand the reason why she gave her necklace to me, and mine to her.

"Please, tell me everything. My sister asked me to make you speak out everything for me to witness one event twice and save some lives." I tried remaining calm, holding my voice in and staring in his bereaved eyes. They looked the same as Y/n, just darker and full of emotions.

"Com-come with me." His firm hand lightly griped around my wrist, navigating me slowly through the stair column, up to their apartment.

He ushered me to have a seat on the sofa and proceeded towards his bedroom. I waited there patiently until I heard his footsteps approach back.

"Suwon... Suwon was my sunshine. One day, I remember, Y/n had asked me about my sunshine. And I told her..." He paused, breathing heavily and started again. "I told her that I had a sunshine. I kept Suwon secret, even then. You know, our galaxy is full of stars but there can be only one Sun. All other stars may have a different name. Even if I could have loved another woman... I couldn't. I failed. I tried. But I failed. That was my only failure."

I remained quiet, letting him speak everything he had bottled up inside him. There can be two consequences of bottling up : Becoming numb and dead, or Exploding one day.

For Heeseung, it had been the first case untill today. But now, the thin plastic sheet of patience was ripped, and all his cracks were clearly visible. Guess I was the one who tore it off.

"Sunoo, I failed to forget your sister. Every night, it's like I'm dancing with her ghost. It's like I'm dead but alive. It's like hanging on the thin string between mortality and death. You should read my diary. You'll know it all." He passed me a thick book, I assume his diary. It had a worn out leather cover and looked pretty ancient.

"I haven't written it in 14 years. I haven't opened it in the meantime as well. I apologize for the poor condition." With a last glance at his face, I opened the buckle and started looking through 4 years of his life.

"Dear Diary,
You know how much I treasure you, don't you? You're my best confidant who knows so much more than enough about me. Since you do, let me confess you something. I have a crush... On Suwon. And it's for her that I want to open the Tesseract and bring her back. You think I'll be able to do that?"

"Dear Diary,
I am tired of it all. I don't know how to even note it down in words. I know how it's like when the pressure in our mind gets so close but... I am hurting. It's taking over me. But good thing, I have Suwon. She said that it'd take some time, but we'll be able to make it. I never distrust her. But I have started to fear our success. And then, Y/n is getting bullied by that short girl. Ugh! I hate my life without Suwon."

Chapters and chapters of his life flashed Infront of my eyes as I kept on turning the pages. Days full of happiness and success, and days where he just wanted to give up; Heeseung's blog appeared like a little story. A 14 year Old's diary shouldn't have had the mention of bills, salaries and how to plan a budget but that little mention of the name, Suwon, made me feel like it belonged to Heeseung, no matter how old he was.

I felt like tearing up on the pages when he talked about how mad he was as he heard my sister cry her mental abuse to him.

"Dear Diary,
I will not continue to open Tesseract. I am leaving the country."

"Suwon used to tell me about the days when her foster parents tried to almost kill her brother... Kill you. And how that ended up her getting hit. You know, there were times I cried hearing her. I am not a hero, I just tried to not get hurt. I hid everything. I knew that if I told my sister that she was supposed to be... I couldn't tell her. It wasn't love, it was my fear. It is my fear."

"But why didn't you Tesser? And meet noona before she died?"

"I promised her... That I will come to see her and bring her back, make her happy. When she died, my dad sent me to the USA and asked me to study with physics. Out of anger, I changed subjects. I told you that I had dreams which are now folded apart. That was my dream. I dreamt of making my sister and your sister happy. I failed to make your sister happy. That's why, Y/n became my last reason to live." Spilling in tears, he broke the silence he had been holding in. I felt apologetic, I felt like staring at my sister.

"And why did my father call you?"

"I don't know... I don't know anything. But..." Call of the devil. Whoever said that was stating facts and upon mentioning my father, Heeseung's phone buzzed.

"He..."

"Pick up." I instructed.

"What do you want?"

"You know what I want. But today, I have something you want." A screech filled in the silence through the speaker of his phone and all that I could recognise was my love begging for mercy.

Horror scaped on our faces as we uttered in unison,"Y/n?!"

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Hey Rosairises!!!
I apologize for not updating but I finally did.

As a compensation, I made a really long chapter.
I hope you don't mind.

And we're rolling to the climax!