Dear Kafka,
They say the most dangerous kinds of people are those in desperation. I’ve always wondered to what extent I would go for, just to keep things the way that they are now.
-Xu
< Haoran’s POV >
The skies have turned gray, clothes hanging on racks on apartment rooftops shook violently with the wind and there’s not a single person in sight.
It seemed like a premonition. Only that it was going to happen today.
The bells chimed and a man walked inside the store. He treaded in an impish manner, moving his bottom lip in circles as if he was chewing on something hard.
One look and you can tell right away. That he beats up people for a living. “Are you Riko’s boyfriend?”
“Yes, how can I help you?”
He let out a derisive snort as he scanned through the displays on the counter. “We gave the bitch time to gather money not to play around with a boy.”
“Who are you?”
He reached for my chin and turned my face harshly left to right. “You don’t look bad.” Then, he walked over to the counter and kicked me in the stomach. “Let’s fix that.”
It felt like every bone on my body was breaking. It stung more than my father’s kick.
“Do you have money? Can you pay for your girlfriend’s debt? Why’d you date someone like her, dude? Are you crazy? But don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you. Since the bitch can’t be asked nicely, we’re switching to ransom.”
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Dear Kafka
Romance[CPN] Riko was nearing the end of her life. What she decided to do for the remainder of it was to find someone to love. She never knew it would be so beautiful, maddening...turbulent. She got what she wanted and Lord knows it was the first time.
