[COMPLETED] When YN was a teenager, she saved a mother and an infant from a car fire using her cursed technique, which allows her to seize one's body in order to render them immunity for a short period of time. As a result, she absorbs damage to her...
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part 1 —- in the beginning
YNhas always been too generous.
As a young child, she was the kid who would would give her lunch to someone less fortunate than her. She was the one who would go all out on special occasions, spoiling people with gifts that she knew they would love. Not because she expected anything back, but she just loved to watch their faces light up and the way her heart would be surrounded by warmth.
It makes her happy, helping others.
However, it almost came with a price. Her life.
It is a Sunday evening, and YN is on the way back home with a baby blue tote bag filled with fresh produce for the week. The warm weather is tantalising her for some cold treats, such as ice cream, and she feel her phone vibrate against her hand.
She looks at the image sent by her mother, who is on a holiday with her new fiancé. The list of people she dislikes is extremely compressed, as she is one to try and find the good in all people. But for some reason, she could never get around this man, who is wearing a tacky floral shirt and a khaki bucket hat, his arm around her mother who already looks sunburnt on her chest while she wears a loose sundress.
She can just tell that he will break her heart, as have the other men who have walked in and out of her mother's life. YN has gotten good at deciphering one's character over the past few years.
She also still holds a grudge at the fact that he had proposed to her mother without her there, even though he had the audacity to invite her family friends over to witness the moment.
Not wanting to hurt her feelings, she stops walking to send her a quick text, telling her how beautiful she looks and how she cannot wait to hear the stories about her trip.
As she sends the message, she notices a smell in the air and intentionally sniffs again to make sure that she hadn't been imagining it. She looks around at others who are walking by and they seem to smell it too. One man makes eye contact with her, a concerned look on his face that is littered in stress-lines.
She begins walking again, following the smell of the smoke until it becomes more potent and headache-inducing. As she turns the corner of a street, she hears a sound that makes her blood run cold.
A young child, no older than six, standing several meters away from a old white sedan, black smoke rapidly pouring out of it. The boy has a wound on the side of his head, staining his light brown hair with blood. The front of the car has been completely destroyed by a thick tree trunk, on the outskirts of an empty playground, and from where YN stands she can make out the figure of a woman in the driver's seat. She is slumped over the wheel, arms sprawled over the dashboard. She can also see an infant seat in the back and her breath gets caught in her throat.
