A brilliant light hugs the land as the sun stretches out with golden arms.The sun comes as free-spun laughter to the land, igniting a jocund glow. Air moves in blooming brilliant arcs within the sun rays of a new day.
The early morning sun crept through the tiny window of Bree's room, casting a warm glow upon one side of her face causing the woman to stir in her sleep. After struggling to fall back asleep, she eventually abandons the effort and extends her feet towards the floor.
She felt as though a heavy storm cloud hung above her head, dampening her spirits and weighing her down. But as she blinked away the remnants of sleep, Bree suddenly heard a knock at the door. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should answer it or not because the possibility of someone else being there is viable. But then, a voice called out from the other side.
"Bree, my child, are you awake yet?"
"Yes, Father. I am awake,"
Bree hesitated, but then she got up and opened the door. she noticed the familiar figure of her father standing at the door.
"Good morning, my dear. I came to invite you to have breakfast with me this morning," her father said.
Bree was taken aback. Following her mother's demise a few years ago, her father had shown little inclination towards spending time with her.
Bree smiled and sat up in bed. "Of course, Father. I'll be ready in a few minutes."
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Her father was like a lighthouse, a beacon of hope in the tumultuous sea of her emotions. Since her mother's passing, he had been distant and unapproachable, lost in his own grief. But now, with the arrival of a new guest, Baekhyun, he has extended an invitation for her to join them.
At first, the girl hesitated, unsure if she was ready to face the world outside her room. But as she listened to the clinking of dishes and the chatter of her father and the newcomer, she felt a glimmer of hope stirring within her. Like a fragile butterfly, she tentatively spread her wings, inching closer to the warmth of the kitchen.
As she was about to enter the room, she was greeted with the inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon.
On the round table, there were numerous dishes like Porridge, eggs, sausages, bacon, and toast. The table was also adorned with fruits, jams, jellies, and butter, covering its surface. Occupying the seats directly facing each other were Mr. Arthur and Mr. Byun.
The shy woman nervously entered the room where her father was already seated. To her surprise, she found Mr. Byun already there, his face buried in a book. He looked up as she entered, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her stomach at the sight of his piercing eyes.
"Ah, here you are, my dear," her father said, rising to greet her. Mr. Byun also reciprocates the same movement.
The woman curtsied in greeting, her eyes briefly meeting those of his before darting away. "Good morning, sir," she murmured.
"A very good morning, Miss," he replied, offering a polite nod.
Mr. Arthur sat at the head of the table, his newspaper spread out before him. Bree sat across from him, fidgeting with her fork and knife, her eyes darting nervously towards the window. And then there was Baekhyun, the esteemed writer who had come to town to document its splendor, sitting quietly beside Bree, his pen and notebook at the ready.
As they sat down to eat, the woman found herself feeling more and more self-conscious in the presence of him. She fiddled with her napkin, avoiding eye contact as her father and Baekhyun engaged in lively conversation.
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The Two's Day
Fanfiction"Love is never wasted, for it's value does not rest upon reciprocity" - Baekhyun. " These are times, when I am convinced, I am unfit for any human relationship." - Bree. ______________________________________ Oh, darling muse- He would have fought ...
