❝We can't afford to love each other right now. I have lost control of myself.❞
❝ So have I...❞
Humans who had been programmed for their behaviours and emotions since the ancient times, end up with a bug while being reset after the discovery of this...
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BYEOLhad almost no problem to pick a good house for Beomgyu to go at. She chose one which had only one lady residing at. It seemed to be a well to do house with less people to cook for. The hassle would be less as compared to the amount that was being offered. She was internally ashamed about making him work but she had no choice. Her own pathetic self couldn't get another chance to make a living.
She was sitting on a couch in the verandah. The weather was unexpectedly good for monsoon. The sky was clear with stars that twinkled like embellished sequins of an extravagant dress. The full moon with its admirable milky glow was out to boast that it was prettier than every maiden breathing on Earth.
Byeol took out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter from the pocket of her worn out embroidered cotton fabric that hugged her pale and frail figure. She lit one as she looked at the house opposite to hers with eyes that yearned to meet a particular someone's. She released puffs of sweet smoke into the cool air.
Nicotin helped her manage her composure at times when she felt distressed. It had been her silly idiosyncrasy since she moved out of her now much despised abode.
Wasn't he going to come out today?
Speak of the Devil!The guy she had been eagerly waiting for was finally making his appearance in his verandah. Byeol took in every detail of his face with the same amount of curiosity and ardent face. He was a smoker too.
Ryan. Ryan Ferrari.
He had managed to steal her heart away on the very first day she spotted him moving opposite to hers. She fancied him. She always did. The Italian man was a complete heartthrob. No guy managed to reach his level.
His burly physique was clad in a plain linen white shirt and cargo pants. Those twinkling blue eyes with a tint of joie de vivre was staring up at the watercolor painted welkin. His beautiful bright red lips were curled into a grin as he took another sip of coffee from his ceramic mug. When his eyes met hers he shot her his usual cosmic smile which made her skip a heartbeat.
His gregarious and swashbuckling nature always poured life into hers. She was a wilted flower looking for a reason to cling onto a false hope of blooming again. Their relationship as neighbours was confined to this leisure time at their verandahs. No words , no gestures. Just some smiles and stares. Her infatuated self was content with just that. She always waited for the night to prevail everyday. She was no Cinderella but he was prince Charming who seemed so near yet so far.
