Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her. She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past. Bloody. Cold. Bruised. That will be her. Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it w...
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He was an angel. He always had solutions to problems, right words to the confused, and cures to illnesses. He was born to please everyone... but not to himself.
~ Memory Journal: The Healer page 5 ~
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The wind whispers on her ears, playfully twirling her hair along its gentleness. 'Someone is looking' It seems to say but she dismisses it as her own anxiety. She had always been trying to do so since Germany. She is afraid that Namjoon might search after her. Perhaps Jin is still looking after her. Good thing she was quick to cover the irreparable damage that meeting Jin could cause. She never even met Namjoon again. Yet here she is, even the rustling leaves is fueling her paranoia.
"Dal-rae-ssi."
Automatically, her body turns towards the two lovely couple, her heart jolts at first then she mirrors their welcoming morning smile.
"How are you Mr. And Mrs. Pak." She bows.
The old woman beams and holds her hands so dearly. She feels the gentle squeeze before the question of "Are you okay?".
Dal-rae tilts her head. The question confuses her first, until she sees how the woman run her gaze from her head to toe and back to her orbs.
Dal-rae bashfully laughs, finally realizing what the woman means. "I love black." She even twirls, modeling her dark choice of clothes for today. The shade can be sexy but what she wears is a total opposite of that. She admits that she looks rather gloomy, but it just simply how she is.
The couple laughs. And just like the times before, the two stays additional minutes to chat and to inform her of a new neighbor. Of course, she voices of faint excitement. Whoever it is, she can only care less. After all, she is already preoccupied on the mistakes that she deemed she had done.
"Isn't it nice to have more young people around?" Mrs. Pak says before she, together with her husband bid their goodbyes and Dal-rae is left standing as she smilingly waves at them.
'How nice to grow old with your love.' An impossibility comes into her mind. She wonders how would it be to spend all ones life with a loving mate, one who doesn't betray and supports in whatever one were and will become.
'Someone is looking.' A whisper tingles at her nape, making her look around to make sure she's not going crazy. She only stops as she remembers that she already have a neighbor. There her gaze lands to the reflection of tall trees against her neighbor's balcony. Her gaze stays long and only retracts with the honk of a car.
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Her steps are hurried as her heels clicks crisply along the entrance of their company building. Rather than advancing inside and to the elevators, she is walking away with her bag in tow. Poor Ms. Seo is trying hard to walk after her, pleading.
