BAE SOO-AH

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In the dimly lit room, Soairse sits curled up in a corner, her slender frame shrouded by the shadows. The soft fabric of her gloves, a constant companion, encases her hands, shielding them from the outside world. Despite the darkness, her beauty radiates, a juxtaposition to the turmoil within.

Her eyes, pools of sorrow, reflect the weight of her secret struggles. Each tear that falls carries the weight of unspoken fears and hidden battles. The silence of the room is deafening, broken only by the sound of her stifled sobs.

Every corner of the room bears the meticulous imprint of her obsessive compulsions—a desk aligned perfectly parallel to the wall, papers organized in precise stacks, every item meticulously placed in its designated spot. Yet even amidst this apparent order, chaos reigns within her mind.

The thought of human contact sends shivers down her spine, triggering waves of panic and revulsion. The mere idea of another's touch, of their skin against hers, fills her with an overwhelming sense of dread. It's not just a preference; it's a primal fear—a fear born of her past and experiences, a fear that consumes her every waking moment.

With delicate fingers, she brushes a lock of hair away from her face, revealing the mask she wears for the world—a facade of composure and strength. Yet beneath the facade lies a vulnerability, a yearning to shed the layers of fear and doubt that bind her.

The room feels suffocating, as if the walls are closing in, mirroring the suffocating grip of her obsessions. She longs for escape, for release from the prison of her mind. But the fear of judgment, of rejection, holds her captive, trapping her in a cycle of isolation and despair.

In the solitude of her sanctuary, she whispers her deepest desire into the darkness, a plea for normalcy, for freedom from the chains that bind her. Yet even as she speaks the words, she knows the truth—that her burden is hers alone to bear.

And so she remains, a solitary figure in the darkness, her silent suffering hidden from the world, her heartache etched into the fabric of her being. Alone, yet resilient, she endures, a silent warrior in a battle no one else can see.