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Chapter 4

As we walked out of the church, I couldn't help but think back to our elementary days. "Remember when we used to skip mass just to spend time together?" I asked, a smile tugging at my lips.

Yong's eyes widened in surprise. "How could I forget? You'd always promise to attend a service for me, and I'd sing you a song in broken English."

"Your voice wasn't half bad," I replied, teasingly.

She scoffed, playfully batting my arm. "Oh, please. It was nothing serious."

"To me, it was everything," I insisted. "I was so lucky to hear your voice develop and watch you grow."

Yong's face softened. "I never thought you'd appreciate it so much."

"It's not just your voice," I said, taking her hand. "It's everything about you. You're the bravest, kindest angel I know."

A sadness washed over her face. "But angels go to heaven, don't they?"

"Not if they have a guardian to watch over them," I replied. "I'd go to hell and back for you, Yongsun."

She looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and affection. "In Buddhism, we believe in reincarnation. Do you think you'd wait for me in another life?"

"I would wait for you forever," I said, my voice steady.

We hailed a jeepney and headed towards Roxas Boulevard, a popular spot for watching plays. The jeepney was a cultural shock for Yong, who was used to the comfort of taxis. We squeezed into the front, our small legs dangling as we clung to the metal bars. The sight of children hanging from the front entrance was both fascinating and frightening for Yong.

After watching the Swan Princess at the CCP Theater, Yong was eager to explore more of Manila. She loved the vibrant colors and the energy of the city, and she was fascinated by the idea of watching a play every week.

"It would be hard," I warned her. "We'd have to save up for weeks, and your grandma might get angry if you waste your monthly allowance."

"We could just elope," she joked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"That's a terrible idea," I replied, laughing. "We'd need an excuse."

"We could tell Aira and MC that we went to their place," she suggested.

"That might work," I said, considering her idea. "But we need to go home soon. Mrs. Kim told me to be back by 8 PM."

Yong reluctantly agreed. We grabbed a quick bite at Jollibee before heading home. As we ate, she asked if we could visit a Korean restaurant next time.

"Definitely," I replied. "We'll also explore Manila Bay and some of the museums."

Yong's face lit up with excitement. "That sounds amazing!"

As we rode home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment. Yong was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I was grateful for every moment we spent together.

this made her happy.

I knew Mrs. Kim suspected something was going on between Yong and me, so I decided to come clean. I told her about our date, our visit to Binondo, and the play we had watched. I assured her that I would continue to take care of Yong, just as I had promised.

She questioned me about how far we had gone, and I admitted that we had not revealed our secret marriage or vow. To my surprise, she was pleased. She offered us money to go on more dates, explaining that she was busy and couldn't always accompany Yong.

Weeks passed, and Mr. Lee, Yong's grandfather, noticed a change in her. She was blooming, and he teased her about my influence. Yong blushed and admitted that she was falling for me.

Mr. Lee joked about attending our wedding, but insisted that it should be a traditional Korean wedding. Yong and I exchanged excited glances. We knew this was a significant step towards our future together.

Mr. Kim encouraged me to save up for a dowry and to study hard. My father, ever the supportive figure, agreed and urged me to grow up faster. He wanted grandchildren, a desire that both confused and motivated me.

Mr. Kim informed me that Yong's parents would be visiting the following year. He asked me to "look the part" and promised to teach me Korean etiquette and basic phrases. My father, a former UST baseball player, offered to train me at the gym. He wanted me to be physically fit and to look the part for Yong's parents.

The pressure was on, but I was determined to succeed. I couldn't let Yong down, and I knew that this was an important step in our relationship. My father taught me about scientific lifting, including diets, calories, and mesocycles. He had won championships in his youth, and while I didn't understand all the technical terms, I was eager to learn.

When I realized that Yong's health was fragile, I became even more determined to get in shape. I wanted to be strong for her, to protect her and support her in every way possible. I joined a commercial gym and dedicated myself to my workouts.

As I lifted weights and followed my father's strict training regimen, I couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose. I was doing this for Yong, for our love, and for our future together.

Yong's health continued to deteriorate, despite our efforts to minimize her physical activity. Mrs. Kim wrote a note to her teacher, requesting permission for Yong to reduce her workload. The teacher, understanding the situation, agreed.

To alleviate some of the burden, I offered to help Yong with her chores. She was grateful for my support, and it allowed her to continue participating in the theater club.

The school had a diverse student body, including many foreigners. Yong fit in well with her classmates, who were mostly from middle-income families and had been scholars since elementary school. Unlike her previous school, violence was not tolerated here. After school, the students often hung out at nearby McDonald's or malls.

I was surprised to find that I wasn't bullied this time. Many of the jocks were actually my friends, as I often let them copy my homework.

Yong scolded me for being so lenient, but I explained that we lifted weights together and played video games. She was pleased to see that I was making friends.

I was supportive of Yong's decision to take tailoring and fashion as her elective. I often accompanied her to the workshops, and I became fast friends with some of the students in the theater club, including Yukiko and Jessa.

Yong had a dream of becoming an idol. She often spoke about it with excitement, and I was always there to encourage her.

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One of Yong's challenges was her tendency to laugh or make silly faces during serious scenes. I gently reminded her that it could ruin the performance. She promised to try harder to be more serious.

When rehearsals began, Yong underwent a remarkable transformation. Her clumsy persona disappeared, replaced by a confident and talented performer. I was amazed by her ability to take on challenging roles and sing with such passion.

Yukiko and Jessa were also talented, making the competition for the main female role fierce. The theater club needed a new play to attract audiences for their fall show, and they turned to the writing club for help. I was a member of the writing club, and Mr. Mathias, our teacher, entrusted the project to me and my friends. He believed that this would be a valuable opportunity to improve our writing skills.

Seongho was already cast as the male lead, and they needed two female leads. They asked me to help them develop the love lines and characters. I was excited about the challenge and eager to contribute to the project.

The writing club was abuzz with excitement. Justin, Kate, and Anna, our presidents, had proposed a collaborative project: a screenplay for a romance film inspired by classic stories like Twilight, A Walk to Remember, and Romeo and Juliet. The girls from the theater club were eager to contribute their ideas, and I was excited to be part of the project.

We spent countless hours brainstorming, watching films, and reading books. Anna insisted that our screenplay should be accessible to a wide audience, a simple yet powerful story that would resonate with people our age. Justin suggested a plot based on A Walk to Remember, but with a twist: a Korean man and a Filipino woman separated during the 1950s war. It was a unique concept, and the diverse backgrounds of our group made it even more intriguing.

Yong was determined to land the main female role, but she faced competition from Sung Hyo, another talented actress who also had feelings for Seongho. Seongho, however, was clearly interested in Yongsun, and I was her partner.

While I didn't have a personal stake in who got the part, I wanted Yong to succeed without any complications. I knew she had the talent and the passion, and I wanted her to shine.

As we worked on the screenplay, I couldn't help but feel a sense of connection to the story. The theme of love overcoming adversity resonated with me, and I poured my heart and soul into the project.

Sung Hyo had always been friends with Yongsun, but their relationship had become strained after Seongho's confession a few months back. Yongsun had assured Sung Hyo that her feelings for Seongho were nothing serious, but Sung Hyo was hurt and angry. She loved Seongho and couldn't understand why Yongsun was trying to come between them.

Seongho was caught in the middle, torn between his feelings for Yongsun and his growing respect for Sung Hyo. He knew that Sung Hyo was coming on too strong, but he couldn't deny that he was attracted to her.

Teenage love was a complex and confusing thing. Sung Hyo, with her beauty and charm, had always been the center of attention. She had never had to struggle for a boy's affection, and she didn't understand why she was having so much trouble with Seongho.

Meanwhile, I had been working on a short story with the writing club. We were inspired by the love story of Jae-Ho and Maria and wanted to create something similar. We brainstormed ideas, discussed plot points, and developed the characters.

As the story began to take shape, we realized that we needed a song to accompany it. We wanted to create a musical, and we knew that we needed help from Yongsun and Sung Hyo.

I approached them with the idea, and they were both excited to be involved. We spent hours discussing the story, the characters, and the tone of the song. Yongsun and Sung Hyo, despite their differences, worked well together. Their combined talents brought a unique perspective to the project.

As the song began to take shape, I could feel the tension between Yongsun and Sung Hyo dissipate. They were both passionate about the project, and their shared love for music and storytelling brought them closer together.

I knew that this was an opportunity for them to reconcile their differences. I arranged a private meeting between them, hoping that they could talk things out.

Sung Hyo apologized for her behavior, admitting that she had been jealous and possessive. Yongsun accepted her apology and assured her that she didn't have any hard feelings.

As they talked, they realized that their friendship was more important than their rivalry. They vowed to support each other, both in their personal lives and in their artistic endeavors.

With their friendship restored, Yongsun and Sung Hyo worked together to create the perfect song for the musical. Their voices blended beautifully, and their lyrics captured the essence of the story.

the story went like this

Eun-ju, a young Korean woman, had survived the horrors of the Korean War. She had lost her family, her home, and her innocence. But amidst the ruins of her life, she had found a glimmer of hope: a love that had transcended the boundaries of war and culture.

Years later, Eun-ju became a renowned actress, her talent a testament to her resilience. She used her platform to raise awareness about the suffering caused by war and to advocate for peace.

One day, a former Filipino soldier named David attended one of Eun-ju's performances. He had been stationed in Korea during the war and had met Eun-ju in a small village. Their love story had been cut short by the conflict, but the memory of her had never faded.

As Eun-ju sang, David was transported back to the war-torn days. Her voice, filled with emotion and resilience, reminded him of the strength and courage he had witnessed in her. When she finished, he approached her backstage.

Eun-ju was surprised to see him. Their eyes met, and a wave of recognition washed over them. They embraced, their tears mingling with the applause.

David and Eun-ju spent the following days together, catching up on their lives. Eun-ju revealed that she had been battling cancer for years. She knew her time was limited, and she wanted to spend her remaining days with the man she had loved all her life.

David was devastated by the news. He vowed to be by her side until the end. They traveled together, visiting places they had always dreamed of going. They shared stories, laughter, and tears.

As Eun-ju's condition worsened, David became her constant companion. He cared for her, comforted her, and loved her unconditionally. He sang to her, just as she had sung to him so many years ago.

One evening, as the sun was setting, Eun-ju took David's hand. "Thank you," she whispered. "For everything."

David smiled, his heart heavy with sorrow. "I love you, Eun-ju."

Eun-ju closed her eyes, a peaceful smile on her face. She took her last breath, her hand still clasped in David's.

In the days that followed, David mourned the loss of his beloved Eun-ju. He visited her grave every day, leaving flowers and offering prayers. He carried her memory with him, a constant reminder of the love they had shared.

Eun-ju's death was a profound loss, but it also served as a testament to the enduring power of human connection. Their love story was a beacon of hope in a world scarred by war and suffering.

With the musical just a month away, the group intensified their rehearsals. I was filled with pride as I watched Yongsun and Sung Hyo shine on stage. However, Yongsun's health was beginning to deteriorate. One evening, after a particularly demanding rehearsal, she leaned on my shoulder, her voice barely a whisper.

"I'm so tired," she confessed, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. "Can you carry me?"

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. "Of course, love. I'll be here for you, no matter what."

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude. "I love you," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

As I carried her to her room, I couldn't help but think about how much she reminded me of the main character in A Walk to Remember. She was strong, resilient, and fiercely independent. But even the strongest among us need someone to lean on.

One day, as we were walking through the park, Yongsun turned to me and asked a question that had been weighing on her mind. "If we were to separate, would you look for me?"

I took her hands in mine and looked into her eyes. "I would only love you in this lifetime and in the next ones to follow," I replied, quoting a cheesy line from a romance novel.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I want to make a list of things I want to do with you. So if we ever separate, I can come back and do them."

I nodded, my heart filled with warmth. "We'll think about it, slowly."

Yongsun's face fell. "My family might take me back to Korea. It might be a long time before I return."

I squeezed her hands tightly. "I can wait. We're married after all."

She laughed, her eyes filled with love. "If I become a popular idol, will you remember me?"

I smiled. "I'd never forget the one I love. But you need to rest now. You're exhausted."

She nodded, her eyes closing. "I'm going to use my last energy to do something," she murmured, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Before she could say anything else, she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I felt a rush of warmth spread through me.

"We need to go home now," I told the others, my voice filled with a newfound determination.

I carried Yongsun on my back, her head resting on my shoulder. I lifted our backpacks and walked towards her home. As I laid her down in her bed, I called my mom to let her know that we would be spending the night together.

As I watched Yongsun drift off to sleep, I knew that our journey together was far from over. We had faced countless challenges, but our love had remained steadfast. I was determined to be by her side, no matter what the future held.