"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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The baby blue sky had faded like a stroked paint on a canvas, unusually bright and neat that day when Soa, uncertain and reluctant to my insistence, and I, with all my willingness had taken off to attend the little abode where Mrs. Kang, her mother had dwelled. After a few inconsequential babbles and persuading, with jiggling hands and eyebrows creased together, Soa had sauntered inside upon my assertion and I had meandered along even though I had told her that I would stay behind and dawdle for her for I, after having a momentous introspection couldn't abstain myself from concerning for her.
That day, that remarkably day, strutting like gravel on the outside of the mere one-bedroom, behind the door in the excellent and accurate darkness of the evening, I had vouched with my two brown eyes, the world's purest and kindest act transpiring before me. I had witnessed an interminable love of a mother and daughter, two hapless and unfortunate humans, the sufferers of the wrath of destiny, wailing in each other's arms, the inconceivable rapport between the two like a traveler under the shade of an incredibly great wise tree, a connection of gratitude and indescribable love for assistance that the tree was like hope to the traveler, a provider of peace of mind which gave him a little room to breathe, a strength to resume his journey with the same determination and conviction.
That event had startled me and had shaken every atom of my body. The sensation I had felt that day, the strong realization that I had hated my parents further along, that when I had come to know about the fortuitous accident of Oh Minhee's parents and the insurmountable tragedy that had befallen upon her, I had hated my parents despite knowing that it had been an accident and they never carried the vile intent to kill Oh Minhee's father but fate could not be avoided.
I had wanted to speculate that it was a lie that my parents accidentally exterminated Mr. Oh, I had wanted to believe that it was a lie that they had committed suicide because they couldn't bear the pain but I had also wanted an incentive to hate them for abandoning their one and only child, rescinding him deprived of the safe shade of his parents like how any other lad required at their young age or perhaps for their entire life and that was me, the miserable Kim Taehyung, about whom they had never cared, for whom they never had a second thought that what they were going to do might be wrong for they yet had a child.
And then, simply like that, watching the duo, the mother and daughter holding each other as they cried helplessly, I had seen a vivid image of myself, a young, three years old Kim Taehyung, messy black hair, brown eyes, and two adorably round cheeks; laying on the lap of his mother who kissed his forehead, the Kim Taehyung who had then been running around the house as his father chased him to eat food, the Kim Taehyung who had been tiptoeing everywhere, playing hide and seek with his parents. At that point, I was that Kim Taehyung all over again.
It was terrifying how strongly it affected me, so strongly that I had never imagined, be that as it may, so did I had not imagined Soa confessing her love to her mother and hugging her or forgiving her for what she had done to her. It had been appalling yet I had come to acknowledge a new Soa before my eyes, one that I had never seen for she was strong and forgiving. She had felt pain like any other human and more importantly, she had been healing, slowly and slowly.
And so in such a manner, it had no longer been about me finding my ultimate peace, it had then been about helping Soa to gain herself back again. Thus consequently, I had sworn to not give up on her and neither would I have let her give up on herself.
That day, I had come to perceive how beautiful Soa had been from the inside. She was pure, like an angel and she had all that concealed, cloaked behind, inside her yet I had desired to look inside her eyes and discern those beauties in her, hold her closer to myself for I hated seeing her cry and then in the next moment, I, with dread forming in the pit of my stomach, had cognized that I had fallen in love with her.
