open to: m / nb
muse: dahlia park / personal assistant & freelancer
plot / connection: we had a minor argument the night before our wedding so i stepped out for some air and basically disappeared without a trace until now...2 and half years later.
additional note: dr. yoon’s face claim is yoon park for those who need a visual aid.
Sixth months. It had only been six months since Dahlia had woken up for her coma like state and reentered the world of the living. A lot had occurred in the two years that she had been MIA. She had been listed as a missing person. And after seemingly loosing their daughter to the unknown her parents’s health deteriorated until they ultimately ended up passing away from the heartbreak. Her favorite musician decided to retire early and her former boss had been arrested for fraud. The world had moved on without her and as much as she longed to return to how things were before her accident, she forced herself to accept the reality of the situation. No good would have come from her attempting to reconnect with those she had left behind. Not when she knows how sensitive her condition is and that she’d only have to leave them again if Dr. Yoon isn’t able to find a cure for her in time. So instead of returning to the life that she had before and potentially reopening old wounds, she decided it would be best for everyone for her to move forward with whatever time that she had left.
âťťWhat should we do about dinner tonight? Should I attempt to cook that new recipe that I found? Or should we reward ourselves for working hard all week and order in instead? Hmm..?âťž Dahlia inquires to the man beside her, their arms linked together as the walk down the sidewalk. She had spent the entire day out with Dr. Yoon shopping around town for new supplies for the clinic and making house calls to some of their regular patients. And while she had held out pretty well for most of the day, she had begun experiencing minor numbness in knees and they were still a solid twenty minutes away from their apartment so she used him to support herself the remaining way.
However their peaceful walk comes to a screeching halt when a familiar face blocks their path (an old flame to be more exact) a face that she had secretly hoped to never have to see again out of fear that past feelings of affection would be too difficult to repress. Instantly flushed in the face, she stares back at them nervously unsure what to say in that moment or if speaking at all would even be appropriate.
