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"You are going to be the death of me one day." He mumbled, eyes looking into yours with such deep compassion that no one could ever rally.
"You think so?" You asked, a playful smile on your lips.
"I know so." He replied instantaneously, his eyes...
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3 weeks later:
You woke up, panting as your forehead was covered with sweat.
It happened again.
The same dream.
The same dream which you had been seeing ever since you were a kid had appeared again. It wasn't really a nightmare, but a dream. A dream of a young boy playing with you with stuffed toys, small giggles of a baby ringing through which you assumed was you.
You had no idea what all this meant but you got this dream pretty frequently ever since you could remember things. Out of habit, you took out the old tin box which no one knew existed. Inside was a red hairclip, a note which your mother left before passing away and a torn picture.
You had never opened the note. It did say on the outside that it was important and only for you but you never opened the note. There was no reason to. She decided to leave you alone and the note probably contained her apologies and love.
There was no point in reading it.
The torn picture. The only thing you had left to remind you that you did have a family. A picture of your parents holding you as a baby, a half of a bird flying in the sky. You looked at it for a moment before shutting it and putting it away. You missed how your mother and father took care of you before everything happened. They loved you so much. Family dinners at fancy restaurants every weekend, cheering you at your school festivals, the Karate classes your father took you to but you refused to learn, the beautiful singing your mom taught you, the mess you created while baking cakes for each other's birthdays, the year-end foreign trips.
You missed everything.
You glanced at the ring on your left middle finger. A plain silver ring. The last birthday present you got from your mother when you turned sixteen. You smiled as you reminisced her joyful face when she gave you the ring, your father singing you a happy birthday song with his hoarse and loud voice at midnight.
But that evening was the day everything started falling out of place.
You had a normal childhood but a hell of a teenage. You went through some of the things that no one, no matter how evil they were, should ever go through.
You tried going back to sleep but ended up going to the balcony near Jiwon's room, somewhere you found peace.
The bustling city was calm under the moonlight. You stared around for a while until you took your phone out, deciding to browse something. You felt this strong urge to talk to someone. You kept scrolling down your contacts to see who was online but no one was. Of course, who'd be awake at 3 in the morning?
