❝all that is gold does not glitter,
not all those who wander are lost;
the old that is strong does not wither,
deep roots are not reached by the frost❞
- j.r. tolkien
in which she has problems money could never fix.
[crazy rich asians 2018]
[nov 30...
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❝ proud ❞
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WHEN I GOT BACK TO the house later that day, I saw boxes of my things getting hauled into trucks. Charity, apparently. What wasn't suitable enough for a good cause was being sent to the dump
While I can't say that the sight didn't sting a bit, it wasn't one I was entirely phased by nor was it a complete devastation.
I had taken all of the things that held the most importance to me over to Nick's hotel room before I had ventured to the Kim estate. The day I let my grandmother throw away collection of Nana manga was the day I went to prison for homicide of the first degree. And there was no way in hell anyone was getting their grubby hands on my stuffed rabbit, Mabel, either. Any other items that were inevitably thrown in the back of a RedSun moving truck could be repurchased with the money I had wired to an untouchable bank account.
It was a bittersweet experience, to say the least. Having taken down Asher Kim was a fulfilling event, but it was done at the cost of losing the name that had been so carefully curated. But then again, what is a name if you aren't contented with what it represents?
In all my years of living, I'd come to believe that the name "Young" represented all that was wrong with my world. I thought it to mean bitterness, selfishness, arrogance, and greed that could never been quenched. In reality, that was all I had made it out to be from a single person, and that person never took the name and turned it into something based on how I flaunted myself.
Even in losing a name, which, I think both Nick and I had lost the privilege to call ours, we had both gained a sibling. He, one who would be happy tp live a life of mediocrity in America, and I, one who didn't put thought into whomever I decided to share romantic feelings with.
I made it back to the hotel, and Nick was waiting there with fake champagne and the fried tangyuan that I loved to get with my nanny. I tried to take some and pop it in my mouth quickly, but Nick held the plate just out of my reach.
"Ah, you're not getting any of this until I get a hug!"
I rolled my eyes in faux-distate but wrapped my arms around him anyway. Despite having done it only a day ago, the feeling still felt foreign. It was like embracing an enemy of a long-lasting, one-sided war. This was something I imagined would take some time relearning.
If Nick had felt the same awkward tick of a moment, he hadn't said anything. Though, based on the confident warm hand he placed on the crown of my head, I doubted he had any qualms about the interaction at all.
