"One flick, the death switch turned off and my woeful life ended just like that."
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BOOK TWO OF DEATH SERIES.
Romping around, his tender lips wreathed in a wide smile-that would touch one's soul like a sweet sense of a light feather-and a voluptuo...
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You may have noticed or rather markedly noticed that writers, those humans who ruefully, unconsciously assess themselves as comparable to god or perhaps a little lower to him as the tale they write do not get materialized as a true life as God does to his. I find these humans emotionless, deemed as souls of the strongest conviction for they do not waver a bit in penning tragedies greater than Shakespeare—have a terrible penchant for introducing a villain wherever persisted a hero.
Unsurprisingly, my life had a villain too, in fact, I was blessed by two of such nefarious fiends under the hood of my uncle—brother of my dad—and my aunt who both had been begrudgingly taking care of my grandma till her last breath and grumbled with disdainful grimaces about her presence till her last breath too. They, being the villains of my life, of course, had felt it burdensome, a colossal burden to take care of both grandma and me after my parents' death, thus I had been sent to Seoul, as per my grandmother's decision to provide me with what I couldn't have in the presence of my only relatives.
When grandma had gone, I was destroyed internally, reminded every second my heart would beat inside my chest that living was a meaningless task with unbound miseries.
The surprising yet shaking divulgence of my parents' past had made me go haywire and uncle and aunt had let zero opportunity as such go in vain, forgotten the fact that karma is a bitch, as they found solace in taunting me of the deeds my parents did and so I was forced to leave Daegu soon after and return to Seoul.
Uncle and aunt though hadn't provided me food as good as they had to their kids in those two days succeeding grandma's funeral, however, they undoubtedly had given me sufficient knowledge of my parents in such venomous taunts and gibes that it had filled my stomach to such an extent that I had lost appetite for the next few days.
With their face, screwed and twisted into a scowl, they had sneered at me that my parents were ruthless murderers who widowed a young woman and thereby paralyzed her, ensuing their unfortunate girl child to be orphaned from a young age, her need for a parent to support her in her childhood died before it could even flourish. Not being able to bear the pain of their sin, the two as in my parents had committed suicide.
Even uttering this gives me nobbut pain as I had always wondered if I could reunite with my parents after death but since now I am dead or rather attempted the grave sin of killing myself, only now did I realize how lonely it was here in the afterlife where you couldn't reach out for any dear one as it was the punishment for the ones like me out there. I could just see the unceasing world below me where everyone lived their lives and here I was dead, lost everything that I had and it all existed dreary and hopeless for me until I found Kang Soa again.
