Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
She was a gentle sort of horror.
Julia Armfield, Salt Slow; "Cassandra After"
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
DEMONIC, SHE WAS; IN A SOFT, GENTLE SORT OF WAY.
Wherever Hwang Haerin went, so did the woes of her past, forever ingrained into her memory and life, with no sign of ever leaving her mind, of ever giving her peace. Because the past haunts those with the misfortune of remembering it, sending letters and ruining the lives of many with simple words or images.
She never told anyone of her hardship and suffering, wishing for it to never be known, for it to never be revealed. But, as much as she wished and desired, as much as she prayed to whatever higher power may be out there that no one knows of her woeful past, her prayers were never answered. For wherever she went, her past seemed to follow, and people began to notice.
No one knew her past, but people could guess—could jump to conclusions that Haerin refused to either confirm or deny—about what happened; her aversion to people and touch, more than enough evidence of betrayal and pain, caused by someone close. But people loved to lie as well, some even spreading the belief she was a killer. Rumors spread around her, only growing over her years at Nevermore, years she spent never getting close to anyone, remaining practically unapproachable to all but one.
