CHAPTER - 3

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A week has passed since I left this house for some school competition in which I had won first place yet again. I was supposed to be satisfied about it, at least for a bit. These first prizes were always mine since I had made up my mind to be serious about these studies. It would always satiate my hunger for revenge; satiate my worth and value, even at the slightest.

It wasn't something I had put my pride in unlike my father who believes that me being at the top is his first and foremost thing to brag about. It wasn't me which he was proud of, it was me being at the top. What he never cared for by an inch was how lonely and depressing it was at the top, which I would never bother to expect from him. Of course, the view is undoubtedly majestic and marvellous but it suffocates me as there was less air and I do not know my way back home.

I do not know how to go home, neither I have any home I can return to.

I hate my father. I always did. Ever since he left my sick mother in her dying bed to marry another widow who is Beomgyu's mother. I even had murderous throughts circulating my head when I recall the memory of my mother trying her best to smile at me as she coughed out blood. However, my mother asked me to take out those anger on the paper sheets instead. So, I'll solve about two hundred questions in two hours. That's the amount of boiling abhorrence I had towards him.

Due to all of this, I had learnt to adapt to loneliness by turning to silence.

Residing in this house with my father was the last thing I want in this world, but I didn't have a choice. My only guardian aside from my dad - my grandfather had passed away peacefully due to old age last month and my father gladly welcomed me in.

Nevertheless, as I said, the reason he took me in is very much selfish and greedy.

So, here I am, outside this small house, scratching my soles against the doormat, hating to go inside. The weight of these thoughts were too heavy that my bones were too weak to handle them. My phalanges were powerless to simply twist this doorknob open.

As I trudged my way up the stairs, another doorknob waited for me, which I twisted open once again.

But, this doorknob was less discomforting than the previous one since I shared this room with Beomgyu.
The Beomgyu who made me feel things new to me.
The Beomgyu who made me feel compassion for rejecting the many plates of different fruits he brought for me.
The Beomgyu who made me regret for not answering his worried questions when I suddenly packed for Cairo, where the competition was held.
The Beomgyu whose hair was long enough to hug his nape.
The Beomgyu whose eyes glittered hopefully whenever I spare him a glance.
The Beomgyu who spoke too delicately.
The Beomgyu who acts too kind to survive in this evil and harsh world.
The Beomgyu who peeled me oranges.
The Beomgyu who scared me yet gave me solace.

That same Beomgyu slouched on his bed and he did again, those eyes of his lit up at my figure, at my mere presence.

"You're back." He breathed out sounding relieved, weakly.

He was paler than I remembered and his cheeks flushed a shade pinker as if he just woke up from a very deep sleep.

I examined the fragile detail of his body instead of walking away as usual. His breathings were harsh and raspy, like something was stuck in his chest and he tried his best to heave it out.

His ail condition made me run to the windows quickly and opened them all, to help him welcome new winds and fresh air.

"You're sick." I took off my jacket quickly and pushed my luggage at just a corner. "Have you eaten medicine?" I questioned walking closer to him, although I still maintain that distance between us.

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