"If you turn into a fairy, you'll die, Beomgyu."
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Fate always has a soft spot for star crossed lovers. Though, when the stars dim out and darkness flickers now and then, that soft spot eventually turns suffocating for fate itself. But why do peopl...
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"আমিও চেয়ে থাকি তাহার পানে; এক মন্ত্রমুগ্ধ বালিকার মতো।"
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The next six months went like a breeze to Yuri.
She was happy, too much happy. No, only happiness could not describe how she was feeling. After finding the peace of mind she had been desperately searching for years, she was glad that she could finally love someone as dearly as Sol again, or maybe, more than her.
Choi Yeonjun gave a little snooze in her arms as she swayed on the swing in her balcony. Sunjae was sitting on the floor beside them, gazing affectionately at the pair while reading his daily newspaper.
The sun was radiant, the clouds were clear, indigo and yelllow that splattered on the horizon shone directly into Yuri's pretty home like every other early saturdays. As Yeonjun finally drifted off to dreamland again, Yuri carefully rose up from the swing, exited the balcony and went into her room to lay down the baby in his cot neatly. She pulled the blanket upto her son's navel, smoothened it and pushed away the little hair from his eyes.
Yuri's prediction about her son's features becoming sharper in future was already proven to be true.
The mole underneath Yeonjun's right eye was everlasting. It contrasted to the pale of his skin and glowed darkly. The end of his lips were smeared in milk, and he also had a little smile; was he dreaming? What did babies dream about?
