Beyond the Mansion's Gates || TAENNIE

chapter 43

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Pitch Black.

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𝙹𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

A week had passed as everything went in a blur, I couldn't keep up with the lessons and planning as it started to overwhelm me.

The Wedding day is coming near, I'm starting to feel sick, nauseous at the thought of being sold off.

I was alone, again.

Lady Cecelia is currently on the plane back to Korea whilst I stayed here in Japan. She promised that she'll keep him stuck in Korea, no more than a week since he might get suspicions.

Song Kang and I haven't met as I mentioned the days before.

From the Kim traditions, the bride and groom shall not meet before their wedding as a symbol of devotion or love.

I felt relieved that I don't get to see him, I wouldn't know what to say.

My lips let out a sigh, my eyes staring out to the balcony window, watching the sunset along with its orange and yellow hues.

I looked away when it reminded me of that man once again. Day or night, I'll always have something to cherish with him, a memory that couldn't disperse.

A beautiful painting filled with colours, filled with life.

I stared blankly at the strawberry cake on the nearby table, my lips muttering curses out of my mouth as I was thinking that I'm about to get insane.

He's everywhere.

Sometimes it feels like a curse yet a blessing.

I ruffled my hair when I groaned, plopping down on the bed, face flat. I rolled my bed and faced the cream ceiling.

The sun was setting, the moon was rising in this empty room without any presence. My mind kept wandering back to my past, kept wandering back to the freedom that I once had.

It was colourful yet I went black.

My eyes gazed on the dark clouds, clouding the skies with its thunderous roars.

My body didn't flinch when the thunder roared, instead, I yawned as if it was nothing.

The heart couldn't care less about what happens outside when it turned sour. A different degree of change when I was dragged away from the colourful skies, I was stuck under the thunderous rain.

The night came in, I turned off the lights and left the candlelit. The echoing sounds of the winds whispered past my ears, the crunching rumble of the leaves was heard.

Thunder and lighting graced their presence, making my heart pound in excitement.

I want to ruin everything subtly.

A plan to ruin this without hurting my friends. At least for my sake, I get to rebel to satisfy myself to put up with their bullshit.

Being stuck in this mansion did not bring back the old Jennie, it's impossible. I can't keep up with my actions, I'm starting to go crazy in agony.

My feet caused the floor to creak as I walked towards my cabinet, holding on the candle's ladle tight. I opened the door to reveal half of the white gown that they had already prepared.

It was perfect they say, I scoffed as I thought otherwise.

My heart pounded, my tired eyes gazing down at the pretty fabric. Eyes tired from all the crying, my hand slowly trailed on the gown before I clenched it in despise.

I hate how pure and innocent the white colour represents yet the intentions behind were pitch black.

I placed the candle on the table, opening the other door to reveal the whole gown in its glory.

When a person gets tainted, it would never come back to how it used to be. No matter how you tried to wish that it'll come back to its original state, you're just wishing for the impossible.

A white canvas would never turn white again as the white paint couldn't hide the imperfections. It will gradually be seen over time.

This gown is my representation, a woman that was made to be pure, innocent and obedient. The perfect woman that they wanted me to be.

But she's gone, gone deep in the pitch black.

Darkness already sucked out all of its light, it's just empty. Nothing more.

My hands grabbed the hanger of the gown and dragged it towards the bathroom, I placed it on the top and turned on the faucet with hot water.

After watching the tub getting filled with scorching hot water, I grabbed the black dye from the drawers and squeezed it empty to the tub with a wide smile on my lips.

Ah, pitch black.

Drip.

Drip.

There goes the last drop, the last drop of my patience and kindness towards this fucking patriarchal family.

The wedding gown is tainted pitch black.

My lips lifted in satisfaction grinning at the gown that was slowly absorbing the pitch dark black, my lips letting out a satisfied chuckle.

"A black wedding? That is unheard of in the Kim Tradition, father might get angry..." I tapped my bottom lip with a small frown on my lips, but soon after I cracked up, snorting.

"But it didn't say that the gown should be white,"

I bit my lower lip, turning the lights off and head back to the bedroom, to the windows that show the heavy rain and thunders.

"The wedding might be extended, will father be able to come back? Oh, how sad," I pushed my hair behind my ear, grinning at the dark skies.

"Beautifully pitch black, it perfectly represents my soul that they killed themselves. Congrats, they won a pawn," angry tears graced their appearance for the umpteenth time, my eyes grew tired from crying but I couldn't stop myself.

Black, pitch dark black.

Please swallow me whole, take these emotions and leave me emotionless.

I want to forget.

I want to be blank.

I want to be free from any emotions.

So please, let me be pitch black.

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I must say, I did well HAHAHHA I'm proud of the metaphors that I added to this chapter, it adds depth, don't you think so too?

I hope you enjoy the double chapters for my year anniversary as a writer here on Wattpad. I'm really grateful that I've reached 200 ffs and for having readers like you. 06/28 ❤️

Gash, I'm being emotional again. I must stop before I—

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Anyways, sew you in the next chapter! Love you all ❤️

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