"Bound by a reckless mistake, he found himself irresistibly addicted to her-craving her like a thirst that couldn't be quenched, an insatiable desire entwining their fates."
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Flashback:
"Should we send her to the orphanage?" you overheard the cop's voice on the phone as you stood discreetly behind the door, unintentionally eavesdropping on their conversation.
"I understand, but her only living relative is her uncle, who has a troubling history of harassment, drunk driving, assaults, and is currently incarcerated," he continued while pacing around the room, completely unaware of your presence.
As you tried to hold back tears, you turned away, no longer able to bear listening to the discussion. When you stepped out of the waiting area, the concerned glances of passersby fell upon you, your once-floral dress now marred by the stains of your parents' blood.
Your parents.
Unable to comprehend the idea of losing them, you dropped to your knees on the floor, hands clutching your chest as you cried uncontrollably.
A group of cops rushed towards you, but you pushed them away, unwilling to subject yourself to any more pain by listening to their lies.
Exhausted, hungry, sleep-deprived, scared, and tormented, you felt utterly alone and deeply traumatized. All you longed for was to escape this grim reality, desperately hoping it was nothing more than a dreadful nightmare.
"This won't work; we should consider sending her for therapy," one of the officers suggested, leaving you trembling with fear as you vehemently shook your head in protest.
"N-No... please! Eomma and appa are coming to pick me up," you stammered pitifully. "They're on their way!" you cried out to the officer when he suddenly grabbed you by the shoulders roughly. "YOUR PARENTS ARE DEAD!" he shouted at you, sending a hush throughout the entire station as people turned their attention to the scene, exchanging whispered comments.
Deep down, you knew the truth, but a stubborn part of you clung to the belief that this couldn't be real.
That somehow, none of this had truly happened.
Tears welled up in your innocent eyes as his harsh words pierced your fragile heart.
At just 8 years old, you were thrust into a world of unimaginable sorrow.
