"Every man has his secret sorrows that the world knows not. And often time we call a man cold when he is only sad."
The perfect man.
Made rough through time.
He lies, yet he is the honorable one.
He kills, yet he is the most righteous.
He is gentle...
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Up from here, the scene laid in front was something so normal for any tropical island, yet so surreal for the outsider that Jin didn't know what to do right then as soon as his eyes fell on the vast ocean ahead.
He was sad. Father said they'd finish the cabin today but in the afternoon he asked if they could leave it for tomorrow.
Being the good boy he was, he didn't say anything but he wished they could go today.
The hill track was a bit steep and every time, he needed the help of his father to climb up a little cliff when they go there.
Jin again looked back in the road. Hoping internally that his father probably still would be able to make time to come.
After a few minutes, he sat down beside the road, eyes glued to the tiny flowers on the bushes grown spontaneously ornamenting the side of the track.
His hands reached the flowers and touched them.
Beautiful.
He should bring some home. Mother always smiles if father brings flowers to her, he saw. Will she be happy if he brings her this time?
"You are stealing flowers."
Jin instantly stood up and looked back.
There was a girl. A little taller than him. Riding a bike.
"Why are you stealing them?" The girl comically raised one of her brows and rested her hands on her waist in an interrogation style.
"I...I didn't!" Jin tried to defend himself. There were no owners of these roadside bushes, right?
"Of course you did!" the girl frowned a bit, "I saw you there!"
"I didn't steal!" This time Jin was confident. Father said he needs to be strong.
"Then what are you doing there?" the girl again questioned him.
Jin didn't answer.
"Are you gonna cry?" this time her voice was a little sarcastic.
"No!" Jin frowned.
"Then why are you pouting?" the girl pointed at him, "Ashahi pouts every time she cries."
Jin instantly fixed his cheeks and turned back.
"She is my sister," the girl didn't stop talking and Jin realized she even parked her tiny bicycle and came to stand beside him and look at the flowers, "she is such a child!"
"You too." Jin eyed the girl and moved a little away from the girl.
"I am Arya by the way. Who are you?" the girl again had a question.
