"Every dark hollow pipe has an opening at the end, a ray of light is waiting for you there. So don't stop in between but keep walking."
These words were the only reason she was still surviving in this cold world. Loneliness and hardship were her onl...
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"Hello, you are Lee Bora unnie, right?
A pretty girl asked me with a bright smile on her face.
"Oh, yes, that's me," I replied gently.
"Wow! So this must be your poem on the wall, isn't it? She asked.
It's Intercollege Competition Day; organised on every year by the education committee. It's not an ordinary event, many participants from different colleges and district have participated in different programmes. I have participated too, in poem exhibition. I am winning first place in this competition from the past 2 years. If I won this year too, I will get a scholarship from my college. Then my university fee will be cut into half. That's why, no matter what, this time again I have to win.
"Yes. It's mine. By the way, do I know you?" I enquired.
"Oh no no... Myself, Jo Hye Min. You don't know me. But I know you because you are winning this competition continuously from past two years. I am a big fan of your poems. Why don't you start an Instagram page or publish a book? I will love to read it." She responded happily.
Wow...She is so sweet. She remembers me.
"Oh, thank you. It means a lot to me. I don't use social media or I can say I'm pretty busy dealing with life. Anyway, I will think about it." I thanked her.
"It was nice to meet you. I am also a participant in the art exhibition. So now I guess I have to leave. Sorry." She said with a sad face.
"Hey, it's totally fine. It was nice to meet you too. I hope you win. Fighting." I cheered her up.
She left. I still had some time, so I decided to get a look at other's poems. So I just walked around the room reading them all. Suddenly, I noticed a man constantly staring at my poem for the past few minutes. I wasn't too far from him, so I can see him, clearly.
He was wearing a black long coat with a combination of navy blue T-shirt and black pants. Blonde coloured hair and he wore a black square large frame glasses. Pale looking skin, small round face with small eyes that naturally face downwards with low set brows. His face looks like a cute cat but his aura seems a kind of cold.
Uff...His skin colour is brighter than my future.
I went there and stood near him quietly. He noticed me instantly.
"Is this written by you?" He asked with an innocent face.
His voice was deep and raspy. I looked at him and nodded a yes. He grinned and then suddenly started reading my poem lines one by one.
