Dear Kafka,
Was it around mid-June of 2012? That I found it inexplicably excruciating to smile for the small things.
It was the year my father finally beat the life out of my mother.
-Xu
< Riko’s POV >
Fear hollowed out my stomach when I didn’t find Haoran at the convenience store thirty minutes past midnight.
For an hour, I went around in circles just to find a trace of him. His room, my room, the convenience store. Each time I held the knobs of the three same doors, I would promise to sacrifice a part of me just to see him when I finally opened it.
Something heavy started to press on my head as I refused to any more deny the only possible explanation.
But it doesn’t make sense.
My three months is not up yet.
But then, you can’t really trust criminals.
I made the last stop in his room to take his taser before taking the train to Chinatown.
This wasn’t on the fucking agreement. If they laid a finger on him, the madam will have to go.
A deal’s a deal and a person’s life is more fragile than most people think it is. When it comes to Haoran, it becomes harder to hesitate.
I took out my phone and dialed Shufen’s number.
“Why’re you calling at two in the fucking morning?”
“I need your help.”
“...It’s happening today?”
“Don’t do anything other than what I’ve told you.”
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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.
