❛ The normals cry, the crazies laugh. ❜
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Five years ago, when Do Haru was nineteen years old, she witnessed a brutal murder in the forest near her grandmother's house. The killer was never caught, and Haru couldn't help the police since the assassi...
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He wouldn't pick me a hundred times over you. With so much difficulty, he might pick me over you.
───── ❝ do haru ❞ ─────
Friday, 4th of February 2021:
Today would be the day of Haru's reconciliation with Haneul. The two of them were going to have dinner together with Yoongi. It was almost like a war coming to an end, like fire and water being able to exist at the same time, like cats and dogs living in peace. Everything was a big, nasty jumble of drama, nervousness, composure and hope.
As much as Haru resented ha for what she had done, resentment was a tiresome feeling.
She sighed as she stood in front of the mirror, fixing the lapels of her black blazer before slipping her feet, protected by a pair of mid-calf socks, into her black Chelsea boots. Her hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall as she covered her elegant outfit with a duffle coat.
'For Yoongles,' she whispered to herself before walking out of the house.
Haru called a cab and after waiting for a few minutes, she was already on her way to the restaurant that Yoongi had picked. It was about twenty minutes away, so Haru sat back and relaxed. She plugged in her earphones and shuffled her playlist.
Her mind suddenly drifted to the fact that February had already begun, and spring wasn't too far away. And if spring was near that meant that the time she'd see her grandma was near too. She couldn't wait for Spring Break, which would happen sometime in March.
Haru was more than excited to see her grandma again even though she had seen her recently during the Christmas holidays. Heck, if Haru could, she'd visit her grandmother every moth, every week, every day.
However, when the car stopped in front of a dark alley, the young woman was soon pulled out of her dreams. She pulled her earphones out and clumsily rolled them up before throwing them into her bag.
'I can't go in because there the alley is too small, but the navigator says that the restaurant should be where that faint light is coming from.' the driver scratched his head, staring at his phone in conflict, making Haru chuckle as she pulled out her wallet.
'It's okay. Thank you, Sir.' she handed him the money, 'Have a good night,'
Closing the door behind herself, Haru gave her chest a small punch as if it would give her some strength. She then walked through the umbras of the sketchy alley, placing all her hope into the green streak of light coming right form the very end of the street. Honestly, it was an awful location for a restaurant.
