DRABBLE #1

1

You tried to not think about it too much. You tried, as your parents delivered the news, as you saw your sister's face, the way it started to glow. You try not to think about it too much now, when you see her walking down the aisle, your father carrying her towards her future husband, a proud smile adorning his features.

Your father looks euphoric, invencible. Carries himself like he owns the world. He looks too happy, too happy for someone who just buried his daughter's future. He ruined her life.

Momentarily, just for a second, you imagine what would happen if you stopped everything. Maybe make a quick distraction, take the gun out of one of the bodyguards, pretend you will shoot yourself or anyone at the wedding if they dare to not let your sister go. Such a morbid thought, maybe if you were brave enough you would stop this. You would've planned something, anything, to get your sister out of this situation but you don't.

You were scared, a coward. But also the mafia was bigger than you. The Jeon's were bigger than the mafia. and who would dare to go against them? not certainly you.

You feel something wet on your cheeks, pretty sure it was tears, they were already blurring your vision and fogging up your glasses. Your mother lets out a scoff.

"I told you to wear contacts." but you don't reply. You don't even look at her, you keep your eyes on your sister, her shiny long black hair cascading down her back. "Get a hold of yourself. People are watching" she whispers harshly against your ear.

Biting your tongue, you nod.