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T / W : Mention of r*pe, blood; sensitive and adult content. Readers' discretion is extremely advised.
[ Important Note : None of the mentioned subjects have been glorified or romantically elaborated or tended to intrigue readers. The author does NOT support any of the harmful actions in the following chapter. Skipping is also permitted. ]
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"He never knew."
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Choe Eunjung believed that inside her heart, there was a clot of blue poison stored to unveil the drapes of misdeeds happening around her in a swift motion. The hurt always synched to the melancholic melody of the piano the universe played in her mind; wanting the girl to get intrigued to the misery one could be going through right beside. It was both a gift and a curse; how by depending on a mere guess she could feel sorry and want to help them to heal the wounds rooted as trunks inside their hearts, and also tears to leave her eyes as she could not console, ever fully.
