"SOME PEOPLE ARE SUCH "TREASURES" THAT YOU JUST WANT TO BURY THEM."
Author's Pov:
You decided to start with the address book you found. Names—some familiar, others strangers—filled its pages. You dialed numbers, listened to voices crackling through the phone lines. Dead ends, disconnected lines, and unanswered calls.
Iseul researched old family records, archives, and local histories. She pieced together fragments—a town where your grandparents once lived, a shop they frequented, a neighbor who remembered them.
You decided to go and start your search for your grandparents and the reason behind your mother parting away from her family. Iseul wanted to come with you but due to her classes she was not able to, so you decided to go alone.
Walking on the street, which was full of silence. You kept looking at every house on your way, trying to find the house same as the photo which you were holding. Your steps stopped as you reached your destination.
A house ones a home was stood weathered and worn, a relic of bygone days. Its once-vibrant paint had faded to a muted gray, and the wooden shutters sagged on their hinges. Ivy crept along the walls, weaving intricate patterns—a testament to nature's persistence.
Letting you know that the house is empty, and no one lives there. A sigh lift your mouth, you turn to leave from there, but then you decided to ask the neighbour, maybe they know something. You pressed the bell, after few seconds a women of your mother's age opened the door.
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The Revenge ||KTH||
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