Dr.Ban : That girl... I know her now.
Doctor Ban sighed long, thinking about it. And the dentist, well acquainted with her friend's past scars and wounds, grew worried at the mention of that girl.
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Five years back
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That girl. She had a black cloak accenting her pale face, swollen eyes and a characteristic white bow-clip clung on to her hair. It was Dan Hwa.
Her standing by her mother's funeral stage–petrified and scared–had been an unforgettable sight to Doctor Ban.
She did not show any typical mourning visuals, attracting waves of negative attention from the people around.
Contrary to the muttering comments, Doctor Ban noticed the silent lament trapped under her strict poker face. As sometimes, dry eyes conveyed the deepest layers of grief.
He could empathize with her the most among the societal fakers. That still silence following from the horrifying shock of losing a loved one unexpectedly. Doctor Ban knew that feeling all too well, experiencing it first hand himself.
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Presently in the hospital cafeteria, both the doctors seated across, Doctor Ban showcased a gloomy mien reminiscing that day.
Dr.Ban : So, I decided not to tell her anything.
Reading the ambience, Doctor Min stayed silent.
Dr.Ban : It would burden her way beyond her threshold.
There was an air of quietude on the table. Doctor Min picked up her chopsticks and began to eat as she placed a simple question before the psychiatrist.
Dr.Min : Do you blame her too?
She continued without looking at him.
Dr.Min : For that accident?
Before a second thought could breach in, the male doctor responded almost in a reflex.
Dr.Ban : What? Of course not! I- I mean-
Doctor Min observed his hesitance and seemed to have figured what was distressing him.
Dr.Min : A year after that incident, you were the one who came to me with evidence as to what had actually caused the accident.
Dr.Ban : Right. Strayed road spikes.
Dr.Min : Exactly. So, why are you doubting your own judgement now? You did not free her from the blame out of pity. You have dug out the actual cause of it to do so fair and square.
Too gripped with his personal emotions, the psychiatrist failed to maintain his unbiased view of the catastrophe.
Dr.Min : No one but you believes her. Basically, you are her only hope in humanity. People must've scarred her with words.
Dr.Ban : You are right. I was wavering a little, to be honest. Seeing her from close... learning about her a bit more. I couldn't help but...
Sweeping the blame to the next person had been one of the easiest and most commonly seen coping strategies of human. The moment the psychiatrist had confirmed Dan Hwa being the girl he had been looking for, he grew victim to the same mechanism inevitably.
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Fanfiction"Equality seems unjust to those accustomed to privilege : a painful curse." • • • Park Jimin(박지민) and Baek Dan Hwa(백단화) meet at the psychiatrist's cabin for the first time. But was it really the first? Both had everything they chased for : money...
