After Somin finally gets into a prestigious Art university, everything in her life turns upside down. What was once a secure plan to get closer to her boyfriend is now a mess. Her future is unknown, though already stained with heartache.
Will she p...
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Somin, Mia and Teho
On her way out, Somin grabbed the newly befriended empty wine bottle and stumbled into the hall again. She carefully avoided pieces of clothing laying on the stairs, like they were poisoned. Fingers firmly holding onto a railing to the point of turning white, she steadied herself. Her steps stopped and her head tilted.
She listened.
Loud thumps of an old bed bashing against a wall, again and again, resonated through the space. A girl loudly moaned. "Yeah, Aaah. Right there!" Loud grunts followed.
He never let out a sound with me. Her hand clenched into a fist.
Teho and Mia barged into the hall in a mess of hot kisses, stripping each other of leftover clothes. Teho was too drunk to think clearly, and his hair was sweaty. The soon-to-be lovers stopped, shocked in their own drunken state, as they observed the scene before them.
Somin screamed gutturally and started to crawl up the stairs again.
I hate you with all my heart!
Her arm swung and broke the wine bottle against the railing into some kind of glass weapon like she had seen in action movies. She cut her hand in the process and began bleeding profusely. Glass shards made a deep dark wound on her wrist. It resembled those furrows that scarred the trees. Blood dripped quickly from the fresh gash onto the glass and lazily made it to the stairs like syrup.
"Tap"
"Tap"
"Tap"
The broken girl couldn't see through her tears as she loudly sobbed.
Mia and Teho stood still in shock, half-naked. His pants undone revealing blue boxers. His chest was totally bare, his shirt wrapped around his neck. The artistic plaid was lost somewhere.
"What the fuck was that?" he wondered.
Teho focused until he finally heard it.
Mia's hand shot up to cover her mouth and looked at him. "Oh my god!"
The sounds of a loud orgasm sounded through the hall like a whale from hell—clearly from upstairs. A girl cried out, another angry loud bang sounded, sounds of metal components slowly giving up scraped against the floor, and the wooden floor cried out with the bed jumping. Time slowed down in their intoxicated minds. And there it went —another high-pitched cry of some banshee-like creature.
Oh fuck, that's how it sounds to other people. Teho was surprised and deeply ashamed.
It's horrible to be on the wrong side of the room.
"I'm gonna get your head, you son of a bitch!" Somin yelled.
Teho and Mia felt raw fear from the scene in front of them. Their passion was dead. The drunk boy struggled, putting on his shirt sloppily, and zipped his pants properly. His erection painfully went away—so much desire built in vain again. Mia was the only one who could be called sober in the scenario even though she had drank. Her brain turned on first as she ran up to Somin.
Meanwhile, Somin collapsed in the corner of the landing, halfway up the stairs.
