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HOME WAS NOW A STRANGER and for Baek Jisu the Kim estate hadn't been her home for months. She'd rarely come home—the only times was when she was in need of a place to sleep for the night or to thieve some prized possessions to sell. But ever since that fateful day that Minjun had deserted her on her knees sobbing pathetically in the middle of the street, Jisu too, had abandoned the Kim estate and her family.
Her family—her mother, Kim Kyung-Mi and her brother, Baek Minjun—were indifferent to her disappearance. This was something that Jisu was well aware of. But during her hard months on the streets trying to sell herself just so that she could have a bed to sleep on at night or one decent meal for the day, she would think that they would feel at least a little remorseful.
Standing at the doorway of her room told her otherwise. All traces of her existence that she'd built up over the years had vanished. Her once fully furnished room was now empty, the only thing she recognised was the colour of her walls—dark grey.
Jisu wanted to be remembered. She didn't only want to disappear, but she wanted Baek Jisu to die. Baek Jisu wanted to be mourned.
Instead, Baek Jisu was forgotten and erased.
But what she didn't know was how Minjun's stern command to their mother not to move or touch anything in Jisu's room. That was something Minjun was adamant on. However, no matter how much Kyung-Mi loved and favoured her eldest son she could not and did not yield to his command.
"You guys really hate me, huh?"
On her empty study table was a picture frame face down. Jisu walked over slowly and with unknown tears in her eyes, she picked up the picture.
She choked out a soft sob before she silenced herself with her hand to her mouth. Silent tears rained down softly on the picture Jisu was now holding. Her fingers trembled as she went to caress the forgotten picture.
It was years ago, when he'd still been alive and when both the Baek siblings still regarded each other as brother and sister. It had been a distant memory of the past—of when they were all happy when Jisu was truly happy.
The glass was cracked. The girl pressed her fingers down, the pressure causing the glass to crack even more. She smiled sadly; tears still glistened in her eyes. "This is all your fault."
She hurled the picture frame across the wall. It smashed and fell onto the ground with a thud. Yet the house in the early morning still had not stirred. At least that's what Jisu had thought.
Baek Minjun jolted awake. Sweat adorned his pale face, and he was panting. He thought he'd heard a noise; the maids must've broken something again.
