"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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"My boy was montage."
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It was the end of July. Incessant rain had turned the walls of 'Rose Villa' into moist, green textures. Some snails were stuck on the pipes, climbing their way up to the roof. Just after another splash of rain, the sky was crystal grey and swirled with fluffy clouds in shapes of torn, white cottons.
Sol turned away from her window after a while. She looked at the clock, the hands showed four of afternoon. Why was Yuri being so late?
Being a sixteen years old girl, Sol could not be more impatient with time. Yes, she knew very well that she, obviously, was not going to be someone's top priority everytime. But still, that foolish hope never seemed to flicker down its dazzle even for a little bit.
Having nothing to do, Sol reached her hands forward to her desk and started rummaging, until she found a decent, pale indigo covered notebook sandwiched between her academic books.
She opened a clear page. Grabbing a pen and sitting down on the bed, she was about to write down until the door of her room opened with a huge BANG.
"Me hereeeee!"
Yuri jumped into the room, scaring Sol out of her poor soul as the girl hastily tried to hide her notebook, "Yuri--"
"What's that?" Yuri pointed directly at the notebook clutched tightly behind Sol. She cursed under her breath.
"Haha, nothing--"
"Oh my god, have you been writing diaries?" Yuri stepped closer, eager to see. "I wanna read! What chu been writing there? About me?"
Sol turned into a hue of furious red, but she decided to hide that. "Not everything in this world has to be about you!"
"Oh, oh?" Yuri tugged her lips upward, forming a cute, sneaky smirk. "Are you flustered, Sol- ah?"
"Eww, disgusting." Sol flipped her hands carelessly, and turned to her desk. She knew Yuri was looking and seemingly aiming for an attack, but by any chance- she could not let her see the contents inside. Oh, no. Never. Not in this lifetime.
"Whenever I try to treat you well, you just push me away." Yuri sighed while gazing at the shorter girl. She did not approach her, instead lied down on the bed and stretched her hands. Her dark brown hair was all over her forehead as she faced Sol with a smile. "Well, no problem. At least you let me in."
For some reasons, Sol's heart twisted oddly by that. What does she mean?
"Anyways, I'm so hungry, Sol- ah. Give me something to eat." Yuri rolled over the bed so she could be beside Sol, who was sitting at her desk. The shorter girl stood up immediately and nodded.
