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As I slowly opened my eyes and felt the cold water in the tub, I thought to myself, it should be hot, right? Water dripped all over the bathroom.
I gripped the tub tightly to push myself up, but waves of pain coursed through me, hurting so much that it felt like a thousand bee stings.
I must have been in the tub for an hour. With a deep sigh, I quickly cleaned up and wrapped a towel around my bruised body. Approaching the wardrobe, as I noticed a stunning black dress lying on the bed with some jewelry.
Next to the jewelry box was a note. As I made my way to the bed, I picked it up and read, "Get dressed."
It took me no time to recognize Jungkook's handwriting. I clutched the sticky note tightly, filled with a strange sensation I had never experienced before. I hesitated about wearing the dress, but ultimately decided to try it on and looked at myself in the mirror.
That's when I noticed the purple hickeys on my neck. Oh no, I needed to cover these up or destroyer may happen, I grabbed foundation and practically slathered it on. I also hid the red marks on my face and body.
As I examined my lips closely, I discovered a wound; Jungkook had not only hurt me physically but mentally. I saw no need for lipstick since my lips already looked deep burgundy.
Searching through his drawers for a lip balm to soothe my lips, I checked every drawer until I opened the last one, discovering a burnt diary and a box next to it is something about it drew me in.
My hand reached for the diary, but I hesitated, reminding myself it was his personal space. I stood awkwardly in my small black heels, feeling desperate to check it out. Despite my difficult condition, the diary captivated me. I limped downstairs, trying my best to maintain my balance, but I couldn't shake the limping.
When I lifted my head, I noticed everything was decorated in black-black roses and exquisite floral arrangements. The mansion looked stunning, but living here was a nightmare.
I hobbled outside to see many people dressed in black, sipping champagne and wine. Some were familiar faces. As I stepped out, they all stared at me as if they had seen a ghost.
Their glares and whispers confused me, and I sensed that something was off, the tension was building within me.
What's going on? Is something wrong? I limped forward as people parted, their stares making my heart pound.
Then I froze in place when I saw a black coffin and a large portrait of Mrs. Jeon. Everything felt still as I gazed at the coffin with my heart heavy.
My lips trembled, and my legs shook as sadness washed over me, tears rolling down my cheeks, feeling like the ground beneath me was crumbling.
Apologies can't mend the damage done; they are just words, A mere expression of regret for your mistakes.
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