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____"I look at my face every day, but I only see your features. Do you see me, or am I the only one who is obsessed with you?"____

Doctor, her situation is stable at the moment.
Mom: She still gets the flashbacks, doctor; it doesn't seem like she's getting any better. I feel like her situation is getting worse day after day, and I'm just trapped in here, and I can't help my daughter at all.
Doctor: Ma'am, Park, I know how you feel, and I totally understand. But I also hope that you can understand that she has a serious mental problem that just can't heal in the blink of an eye.
Mom: I just want to know if my daughter will be back or not.
Doctor: She will, hopefully.

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You woke up happily for the first time because you got a new friend—a good one—who apparently appreciates you. You both decided to start hanging out together because you enjoy each other's presence. Even if it was for a short time, you both felt like you belonged to each other. Both of you were tired of the world and its evil, and the friendship you both have is precious.
 
Your previous dates weren't luxurious or fancy; you wanted to try new things, things that ordinary people try, away from the silly protocols and rules you have to follow in order not to ruin your family's reputation. After all, he's the son of a successful CEO and the only heir, and you are the daughter of a well-known and respected family.
You went down the stairs, humming a melody, when you met your brother. You took his hands in yours and you started to swing from side to side dancing happily, then you left a kiss on his cheek, all this under his surprise because obviously that's nothing like you.

You went to the kitchen, where your mom was preparing breakfast.
Mom: feeling energetic, y/n. Is there a reason?
Y/n: Yes, I'm going out with my friend today.
Mom: a friend? Hmm (suspiciously looking at you).
Y/n: I swear, a friend, just a friend.
Mom: I said nothing.
Y/n: Okay, then I'll go dress up, and then I'll come take my breakfast.
You went running to go back to your room.
Mom: "Slowly, you're going to hurt your knee again. Silly girl.
Y/N: Don't worry. (You replied loudly.)

You passed by your brother's room. You knocked on the door, and you got in without waiting for permission.
Y/n: My lovely brother, my sweetheart, I need your help.
Yun: Are you going on a date?
Y/N: No, of course not; it's a friend date, just friends. But I have to look good; after all, I'm a famous figure.
Yun: Do you think I'll buy this? Absolutely not, but I'll believe your words.
Y/N : perfect, then you are not allowed to leave the house this morning; you are officially occupied.
Yun: "But I have to go out with Jena.
Y/n: Jena can wait, or you can just call her and tell her to join. I'd need expert advice.
Yun: And you still insist on friends dates?
 
 
You went back to your room and brought your whole wardrobe down. You own every single limited edition of something—brand new clothes, designed ones, personalized service—but still, that's nothing you wanted to have; those were bought either by your mom to show off her only daughter or sent by your scary grandfather. Then you decide to wear the most casual thing because it's just an arcade date, nothing special.
Y/n: yun, listen I've nothing to wear so I'm going with the most casual outfits, help choose. You too Jena. I trust your word.
Yun: alright, sis. 
You came out with a mid denim skirt and a white blouse tucked in it , a black loafers and a tote bag.

Y/n : so what do we think?
Jena : hmm, good combination , flattering fit but not suitable for the arcade.

You went back and put on a high waist black pants and a tank top,black one , took a white cardigan and a black loafers.

Y/n: what about now?
Jena: you look stunning. That's it , that's the fit.
Y/n : I like you more than my brother.
Yun: heyy , I'm right here bruh

 you got a message:

" Hii, I was thinking about going to the arcade by bicycles. The weather looks good and we can stop by the park first if you like"  from Jay♡

" Sounds cool to me, let's have icecream too , I know place, you gonna love it there " y/n

" Give me 15 minutes nd I'll be there " jay♡

Jay's pov:

"Okay I'll be waiting" y/n♡

Mrs.park : are you going somewhere?
Jay: oh ! Yes , I'll meet up with my friend.
Mrs.patk: friend or a friend?
Jay: we are just friends Mom, don't worry.
mrs.park: I'm not worried about you honey, I trust you and your choices.
Jay: bye mom.

I took my jacket and went out to meet up with y/n, she's a nice girl, a dearest friend of mine, we've just lately met but I felt like we know eachother for so long.
I can tell her all my secrets and she'd probably forget it the following day. She is so dreamy. She likes night, she likes reading, she likes the fresh air at night, she likes the freez in early morning, she likes coffee but she can drink tea, she likes dogs but own a cat, she likes physics but studies history. She just so good to be true. Not talking about her inner self, because she's white as the snow and dark as the night.

As I was riding my bike I saw her there standing next to hers waiting for me , wearing that astonishing outfit of hers. She doesn't seem to like brandy things or anything, I gifted her a bag once, she accepted it but she told me not to bring anything expensive for her, she appreciates handmade things, not because they are less expensive but because the effort made in there was for her, only her.