"You monster!" she yelled, her voice trembling with rage and desperation. "What did you do to my father?"
Taehyung gripped her shoulders and pressed her against the couch, hovering above her. Y/N struggled, cursing him for her father's condition.
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Y/N stood in her mother's painting room, a sanctuary of creativity and memories. The room was filled with the scent of old paint and turpentine, evoking nostalgia with every breath. The sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the myriad of colors that decorated the room.
Every corner was meticulously maintained, a testament to her father's dedication to preserving her mother's legacy. Paintbrushes of various sizes were neatly arranged in jars, their bristles still soft and clean. Crayons were sorted by color in a wooden box, and tubes of paint were lined up like soldiers on a shelf, each one labeled and ready for use. Canvases, some blank and some partially finished, were stacked carefully against the walls.
Y/N's fingers traced the edges of a palette, the wooden surface smoothed by years of use. She picked it up, feeling the familiar weight in her hand, and selected a fine brush from the collection. The act of choosing colors, mixing them on the palette, felt natural and comforting, a connection to her mother's artistic spirit.
Her mother had been a great artist, her talent evident in every stroke of her brush. The room was adorned with her work, vivid depictions of folk scenes and nature. But her mother's true passion was capturing the essence of people, their carefree moments, smiles, and laughter. The walls were filled with portraits of a young Y/N, her joy and innocence immortalized in paint. Each one told a story, a reminder of how much her mother cherished her laughter.
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Y/N dipped the brush into a rich shade of blue, adding it to the palette. She began to paint, her strokes confident and fluid. The canvas came to life with vibrant colors, each one a tribute to her mother's legacy. As she painted, memories flooded back-her mother's gentle guidance, her encouraging words, the way she would hold Y/N's hand to help her with a difficult stroke.
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