What lies ahead for Ri Jeong Hyeok and Yoon Se-ri after reuniting at Grindelwald, Switzerland?
Overwhelming emotions, longing and newfound freedom to pursue their hearts' truest desires - in my ambitious attempt at creating CLOY Season II here in th...
Reassurance was just one of the many, many things that he wished he could always give her.
"Really?"
He nodded with a small smile, making it a point to look at her right in the eyes, before reaching out to gently dislodge one of her hands from its grip on the coffee cup.
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The back of her soft, smooth hand was cold to the touch.
She was cold from the weather, or was it fear?
Contrastingly, her palm was comfortably warm from holding on to the cup as if it was a lifeline.
He held her much-smaller hand in his, rubbing circles over the back absentmindedly with his thumb.
Her eyes softened, and her beautiful lips turned up ever so slightly at its corners.
He missed this feeling.
He hadn't told anyone, not even his closest friends from Company Five, but he yearned to be by Yoon Se-ri's side in every single waking moment in the last three years.
They could probably guess, but he made it a point to never show it.
The only other living thing which knew of Jeong Hyeok's longing for her was their baby tomato plant, which had made the move to the capital with him.
Unbeknownst to her, her name was always in the daily list of ten positive words.
Moving to Pyongyang helped.
There were too many memories in his previous residence - her half-used scented candle, toiletries, bedding, Christmas decor, and that flashy grey floral top which she had spent a bomb on at the local market.
He hadn't given these items much thought when she was around, but upon her departure, they became his most treasured belongings on his loneliest nights.
And today, he found her.
Once again, this captivating lady descended from the skies above, landing in his mundane life like a gift.
It was as if the couple rings that they shared kept them connected, by the invisible strings of Fate.
He had been initially worried when he saw no signs of the ring on her finger.
It was only later that he learnt it was kept with her personal belongings before she went paragliding, out of fear of misplacing it.
Similarly, he had kept his away in his wallet, but it was more of because he did not wish for speculation on his personal life by the North Korean piano students whom he was scheduled to meet at some point on this Switzerland trip.
The two of them sat in companiable silence at the cafe as he held her hand in his, until Se-ri visibly relaxed.
