"A thousand bullets pierced right through yet he's still here, stronger than ever."
When a realm of ghosts decided to fetch back what they used to have: Earth, the home where egoistic humans reside absurdly, by perishing it all with a war. An unwill...
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"Being normal already made me unordinary."
Kang Youra POV: Seoul, South Korea
"I'm sorry Dr Kang Youra, you won't receive any salary in the upcoming months due to financial problems we are facing." Those words erupted sirens in my head as I stared down at my groceries bag neighbouring my trembling, soaked body.
Soft clouds diluted into rain drops, departing from the night sky, crashing down onto the ground. Rain drops drummed on every inch of my small, petite body; sounding like melancholy tears blending with my dolorous heart.
Waiting for anyone to open the locked door facing me, sucking the cold air in, my eyes wandered around the restless, crepuscular atmosphere: couples bundled in umbrellas, barely any cars racing each other rebelliously, so they could arrive home, pedestrians were cluelessly walking around.
How did the living rain make everyone seem dead?
"Ah, you're back!" Right after the door opened, I was welcomed with my mother's enthusiastic words; she was always happy, more always sanguine, despite only witnessing winter throughout her hellish life.
Like a devil, enjoyed sins blooming in hell, despised virtues withering with a human soul to heaven.
"Yes, I'm back!" Duplicating my mother's enthusiasm, I sang out loud.
"Oh my, there's too many bags!" Extending her wrinkly hand out to me so she could obtain the bags; all I could do was smile.
"Yeah, the cost was about two hundred and forty one thousand won." Speaking at a tardily pace, the old woman could understand what I was saying.
She pulled an unimpressed face. "Yah! Why are the prices so high? But that's fine, I know my Ye-oops I mean Youra is a successful doctor, affording everything to help us."
If only she knew...
Stepping into my own home, drops of rain slid down from my body and dirty blonde hair, jumping up and down the warm surface; a petrichor scent fragranced the air as I entered the living room filled with a roaring volume of 'No' coming from my dad.
"Hey, your favourite child's back." Chiming out yet he still didn't hear me.
"NO!" Again, he roared at the tv, whipping my head and attention towards it.
"He was my favourite character and now he's dying!" He yelped out when my eyes checked the TV out: a man was on the hospital bed while a nurse was diagnosing him.
"Yo what the heck dad? This is so wrong in so many ways," with saying that, I closed the TV, gaining all eyes on me.
"Hey, why you do that?" My dad whined out, folding his arms towards his greasy, dirty shirt tight.
