Stories about Grace: Sunsets

Don't look for answers

Right and wrong answers co-exist in every decision

Wise people make a choice and make it the right answer

Foolish people regret the decision and make it the wrong decision

There is no right answer in life

There is only the process to make it the right answer. 

- Eight Words. (Korean book)

The sun was setting beautifully in the horizon. A fiery dance of reds and oranges, giving his regal profile an even more surreal halo.

"Hey you,  isn't it beautiful?", he asked in that deep authoratative voice as he gestured toward the sunset with a tip of his head, his perfect hair ruffling in the breeze.

She smiled as she walked toward the railing as they took in another masterpiece painted in the sky.

"You and him. . . It's complicated, " he said,  breaking the silence. 

She looked over at him, with questions in her eyes as he leaned his body weight on to the railing, gazing out. He was a truly, beautiful man.

He turned his head to face her,  "It's not over. Even when it's over...," he said as his eyes became suspiciously shiny, and he made an abrupt turn, his back facing the sun's show.

"I'm not. .. He's not. .. We're not. ... He doesn't even want me, " she stuttered.

"Then he's a bigger fool than I give him credit for, " he said,  as he looked at her again,  with a time of mirth, eyes, sparkling with wet.

"... You deserve better than to be treated like this. But the heart wants what the heart wants. And. .. if he's a smart guy like you claim he is,  he'll figure it out. " 

The sky was now aglow with pinks and purples. Like a beautiful silk scarf.

"I'm sorry,  I never. .. "

"I know, " he said cutting her off, as he turned and looped a friendly arm around her neck and brought her in a for an affectionate side hug.

Her eyes were starting to sting.

"Hey. . hey.. ," he said as he pressed his lips against her right temple to soothe her.

"Don't. You really are something special you know, " he said as he smiled at her.

She felt hot tears scald her cheeks as they broke free of her tear ducts, and run wild down her face,  probably streaking her mascara.

"I'm not. ..,"she said,  her voice trembling.

"I've gone around the world. And I still think you're one of the most strange, cool,  funny, random but amazing people I've met. How could he not?" he said, as he playfully flicked her face with his finger, making a tear fly.

"He..," she started. .

"is still here and here," he said as her pressed his finger to her forehead, then just below her clavicle. "He's been there since you met him. "

She looked over at him again, guilt weighing heavily on her heart.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, under her breath.

"Don't be. He will be if he doesn't fight for you," he said.

"How wou.."

"Because I did," he said. Cutting her off again. "But then,  when I came back,  I was one step too late. You were already his."

"Huh? But I..."

"Your heart was."

Her eyes felt like they had turned into leaky faucets as tears just spilled onto her face.

"Everything's going to be ok la, ok?" he said,  as he wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I hope so, "she said, smiling weakly through the tears.

She sighed as they watched the sun slip under the horizon. "Amazing," she said, with a wistful sigh.

"Just like you babe. Don't you forget it.  Just like you." he said, before he turned to walk inside, hands shoved deep in his pockets.