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XV: A Lonely Star

"A lonely star, she sits by the lane.
Holding hands with the sky,
She stares down at her people,
Nobody, nobody, hears her cry.

A lonely star, she waits for that day
When her hands will be held,
But oh, her lover
Left her heart impelled.

A lonely star, she remains their still
Her shine now old and dull,
Her heart now hollow.
She hopes that there's an end
To her miserable dream.

A lonely star, now she's sick.
She lays on her bed
Counting her days.
A lonely star, now she's gone and dead."

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"Yeori Eonnie! Eonnie!" A woman in her  mid thirties shrieked as loudly as she could. Yeori Dam, one of the senior board members of the orphanage under  the Busan church, was sitting with her fourteen year old daughter, teaching her the basics of sewing. 

"Yes, Ahyun? What's the matter? What happened?" Ahyun had now sat directly in front of Yeori.

"Aein, my daughter, she's missing." Ahyun panted. Yeori immediately panicked at the information but her skin remained calm. She did not speak about anything and left the room hurriedly.

With quicker steps than usual, she swept her body through the meadow across their orphanage, screaming the sixteen year old girls' name. Her voice echoed through the night, nobody replied.

By the dawn of the next day, Seokjin, the girl's father had appointed a search party to go through their county. The whole night, Yeori and Seokjin searched around their neighborhood but were ultimately unsuccessful. Ahyun had cried all her tears, praying to God that her child returned but past 20 days, nobody found her.

The police had conducted a search near the ocean, just in case there was a suspicion of a drowning teen. Nothing yielded.

Seokjin had grieved for his child but had admitted that the girl was trafficked. His friend, Jang Seun Ho, was the chief of the police stationed at Busan. According to his reports, several children in their neighborhood were kidnapped and trafficked. They believed that Sweety, or according to her formal name—Aein, had fallen a victim to their hands.

"Mai, I lost everything that I had."

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"Oi, Kook, wake up!"

"A little more. I want to see what happened to Sweety!" I grunted.

"Sweety? Now who's Sweety? Yo, get up, up!" The people in my dreams violently shook and fell apart. Jimin shook me out of my sleep and my dream, the story I've been trying to complete for about a week.

I sat up, scrunching my eyes and groaning at him. I looked at him with disgust on my face. I wanted myself to appear angry but whenever I saw his face, something in me wanted to hug the boy all the time.

"I hate you, Park Jimin!" 

"Tell me about your dream." He pushed the duvet aside from the foot of my bed, sitting up on it. I arched my back, relocating my bones to the correct socket. I let my eyes get hold of the environment around me and started to face Jimin.