❝ honestly, i thought i would be dead by now. ❞
(l/n) (y/n) is a contradiction. she's strong, yet stoical. powerful, yet subtle. insistent, yet quiet. awkward, yet charming. maybe that's why a lot of people got their attention on her.
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I was barely four years old, when I first realized that I had been abandoned.
Gentle hands patted her short locks of (H/C) hair. It was a cold night. The lucid moon and the heaven's eyes shine in the black of the night sky.
"I'll come back, (Y/N), okay? Wait for me... P-Please stay warm."
With that, the woman stood up and turned away— she ran and never looked back, leaving the small child all alone at the wide steps of granite stairs.
The only trace she left her child was a small handkerchief— it was soft and warm, but it was not enough to get through the cold night.
Pools of (E/C) stared at the retreating figure and sat down on the cold steps patiently, blinking away her dizziness from time to time.
She didn't move from her spot.
(Y/N) waited for the sky to fade to black and arise anew. While others sleep through the dying of the light, her task is to remain awake and wait for her mother's return.
But hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks.
No one came back for her, and by that time, the nuns from that village officially took her in— as an orphan.
As the blackness comes, she calmly watched herself be erased, eyes open and seeing nothing at all, the only evidence of her being is the steady thump of her heart and the cool air in her lungs.
I think that's when I started to sabotage my own life.
"Thief, thief!" A middle aged woman chanted frantically to alert everyone nearby. "Stop that brat!"
Small bare two feet padded against the cemented floor in a rush, dodging people in her way and clutching a white purse near her chest, careful not to drop it.
Heavy huffs of air escaped through her chapped lips, feeling the pounding in her head and how weakened her whole body was due to not eating anything for a few days.
She sharply turned into a narrow alleyway, her dirtied strands of (H/C) hair fluttering pathetically against the wind. When she stumbled against a dead end, she crawled her way towards the wall, slumping her tiny frail body against the hard cement.
Opening the purse that she just stole, her shaking fingers started counting the money, her mind already wandering to what kind of food she's going to buy.
